Female Novel
Chapter 849
As John spoke, he passed me the tablet menu for me to order.
I ordered some dishes and handed the tablet over to Ashton. After that, I looked at John. “How’s your
kid doing these days? And how’s Hannah?”
“Don’t bring her up. How annoying!” he huffed. It was obvious that he was extremely upset. He looked
at Ashton and asked, “Mr. Fuller, do you want a drink? They serve good Scotch Whiskey here.”
Before I could stop them, Ashton nodded and answered calmly, “Sure, let’s try it!”
John snapped his fingers. Before long, an adorable and gorgeous lady walked in, looking aesthetically
pleasing to the eyes. John said, “I want to order some Scotch Whiskey. Wait, you know what, just bring
me the whole bottle. I’m getting drunk tonight!”
The lady nodded in acknowledgement and left.
I had no idea what happened to John. I wanted to comfort him but I didn’t even know where to start.
Therefore, I had no choice but to wait in silence.
Not long after, dinner was served along with a few bottles of Scotch Whiskey.
John immediately opened the bottle of whiskey. He didn’t even bother to pour it into a glass. Instead,
he put the whole bottle of whiskey in front of Ashton and said in a rough manner, “Mr. Fuller, let’s leave
those drinking etiquettes aside this time. Come on! Bottoms up!”
My eyes widened in shock. “John, are you out of your mind? This is hard liquor, it’s not a beer. Are you
trying to kill him or something?”
“Come on, don’t be such a killjoy. It’s just a few sips. You’re just worried about your man, aren’t you?
Fine! I’ll drink it myself, then.” John then pursed his lips and cursed at Ashton, “Such a sissy!”
I was at a loss for words. What’s gotten into John recently? Did something happen? What’s with the
radical change?
Without any hesitation, Ashton immediately clinked his glass and started drinking. I was about to stop
him but he interrupted, “It’ll be fine. It’s just an occasional drink.”
With that, the two men started downing bottles of whiskey together. As for me, I was completely
bewildered by them.
I could tell that something had been bothering John. After all, men tended to drink alcohol or smoke
cigarettes during their stressful times. On the other hand, women usually reduced stress by crying or
expressing their feelings verbally. Either way was fine as they wouldn’t affect physical and mental
health.
At that moment, I thought I finally figured out why men often died earlier than women. It was because
they were more likely to drink alcohol in excess and smoke more than women.
They drank quite a lot. John was getting himself drunk on purpose. Therefore, he kept gulping down
the whiskey until he almost lost his consciousness. Not long after, he staggered to his feet and started
swaying.
I was shocked when I saw how Ashton’s face was flushed red after drinking. Reckoned that he was
tipsy, I raised my hand to stop him from grabbing his glass again. “Ashton, listen to me. You don’t have
to keep on drinking. It’s not good for your health.”
He raised his eyes and looked up at me. With a gleeful grin, he said, “It’s no big deal!”
I furrowed my brows as I couldn’t seem to persuade him. Anger began to surge within me. “Ashton!
You…”
Seeing that, he hurriedly put down the glass in his hand. A faint smile appeared on his handsome face
and he said, “Alright. I’ll stop now.”
Meanwhile, John was buzzed. He rested his head and arms on the table, staring at us and mumbling
with a nasal sound. “Are you guys done? I’m drinking my sorrows away here and I could use a little
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Ashton raised his brows and did not bother to respond. He rested his head on one side of his hand and
looked at me as if he was enjoying the view.
I averted his gaze and looked toward John. I asked, “Did you and Hannah get into a fight? Or did you
do something horrible?”
He clicked his tongue. Apparently, he was displeased. “What do you mean I did something horrible?
What can I do?”
I raised my brows silently and glanced at him with an impassive expression.
He fell silent for a while. After that, he sighed slightly and took a sip of whiskey. He lowered his head for
a long while and said, “Hannah wants to leave and I have no idea what I should do with the kid…”
I was stunned for a moment. After a few seconds, I said seriously, “John, are you concerned about
Hannah leaving? Or are you worried that the kid would grow up without a mother?”
John didn’t utter a word but gulp down a few more sips of whiskey. He sighed weakly, “The latter. The
child is too young.”
I frowned. I was slightly irritated. “John, Hannah spent most of her life with you. She even gave you all
her love over the years. In the end, what does she get in return? You only wanted her to stay because
your child needs a mother. Then what about you? What is she to you? Is she only a tool to carry and
give birth to your child? Don’t you think she had done everything a wife should?”
He looked at me with a helpless expression. He was confused and at a loss. “I’ve given her what I can,
and what I should. I will not get married. Despite not being legally married to me, I have given her all I
have, especially money. So why isn’t she satisfied yet? She is never going to get what she owns now
from another person in her life.”
I stared at John. All of a sudden, I was speechless. Perhaps, from his point of view, he thought that
what women really wanted in a relationship were material things. Men should fulfill women’s wants and
needs. However, every individual was different from the others. Maybe, what Hannah really wanted
wasn’t just his money.
But, I didn’t know how to explain it to John. His way of thinking was totally different from mine. There
was no right or wrong. We just didn’t share the same values.