Chapter 1124 Drank Too Much

Iris was not familiar with how things ran in the upper-class society. She just felt that he had punished himself with three glasses of wine and she would probably put Quentin in a tight spot if she did not respond appropriately, thus she offered to drink one glass. “No, you’ve done well,” Quentin nonchalantly looked at her, “but don’t simply drink any alcohol.” Iris, “...” “Ooo, President Hall, are you feeling sorry for Miss Zephyr?” “What a rare sight. President Hall, you’ve never brought any ladies to any events before but now you know how to care for a woman already and won’t even let her drink any alcohol.” Everyone began to tease Quentin. Those attending the event knew how to read the situation well. All of them could tell that Quentin was not the same today. In the past, nobody would dare to joke around with Quentin because before they could finish their sentence, Quentin would have already shot them with an icy glare that could paralyze them. However, tonight with a beauty beside him, Quentin did not get angry no matter how they teased him. Instead, a faint smile was constantly in his gaze. “President Hall, if you won’t let Miss Zephyr drink, why don’t… you drink on her behalf?” ‘What? Let Quentin drink on my behalf? How is that possible?’ Iris was about to say something when Quentin merely smiled and took the glass that Iris had sipped from earlier, and drank it in front of everyone. Iris wanted to say something else but she lost her words when she saw what he did. She stared blankly at Quentin’s side profile and was rendered speechless. Her heart was in shock. Everyone was cheering for him to drink only for the fun of it but it was not a problem for him to reject it if he wanted to. He just needed to shoot an icy glare and everyone would stop. Yet he… Iris’s heart was touched and her gaze that was upon him began to tremble as well. She did not understand what was going on or why Quentin was acting like that all of a sudden, but… she did not want to know why as long as he was willing to accept her. After that, everyone was sure that Quentin would drink on behalf of Iris and himself, thus they all began to offer toasts to Quentin. He did not reject anyone and drank quite a lot of alcohol. As the party went on, Iris realized that Quentin had been drinking too much and wanted to stop him but she was feeling scared. However, she could see from Quentin’s face that he was getting drunk, thus she had no choice but to step up. “Stop drinking already. Too much can harm your stomach.” “Ooo…” The other guests cheered and teased. “She’s worried about him…” “I think we should stop trying to get President Hall to drink.” “No, we can’t. This is such a rare occasion. Have you all had this opportunity in the past?” Iris said, “... Stop drinking!” she said it with a slightly sterner tone, and worry was written all over her face as she looked at Quentin. Quentin turned his head to look at her, thought for a moment, and then nodded his head. “Okay. “I’ll stop drinking.” Iris finally relaxed when she heard the last sentence. The other guests appeared disappointed. Some still refused to give up and tried to make a toast to Quentin but were stopped by the latter with a glare. The party was only halfway through but because Quentin had drunk too much, Iris requested to leave early. She wanted to support him but Quentin softly said, “I’m fine.” “Are you sure? Can you walk on your own?” “Hmm.” Quentin was able to walk with a relatively steady gait but the alcohol stench coming from him was strong and his gaze was no longer as calm as he usually looked. Iris followed behind him and saw that he had accidentally bumped his head on the roof of the car when he tried to get it. Bump! Iris immediately realized that Quentin indeed had a little too much tonight! He was not drunk! He only had a little too much! He was no longer clear-headed! He may be able to walk steadily but he still hit his head on the car, a clumsy act that he would never have committed if he was sober. Iris wanted to run over to him but the heels were hindering her, thus she decided to just remove her heels and walked barefooted. “Are you alright?” Quentin was leaning on the car and was feeling the pain from the bump just now, thus he was resting against the car. He even looked up and his gaze lit up when he met Iris’s gaze as she approached him to show her concern. “I’m fine. My head is just a little aching.” “... Is that still considered fine? Let me have a look.” Quentin pursed his lips, opened the door, and said, “Get in the car first.” He refused to let her check thus she had no choice but to get it. She climbed into the car and just placed her heels on the floor of the car when Quentin had already sat inside. Mr. Noah was driving the car, so since both of them were in, he said nothing and drove off. Inside the car, Quentin leaned on the back of the chair and closed his eyes. There was no expression on his handsome face. The aura coming from him felt a little cold and the smell of alcohol was strong. Iris held her tongue for a while but she eventually had to ask, “Where did you hit yourself just now? Shall I check it for you?” Quentin sat there like a cold mannequin. “...” ‘Damn it. At least answer me with something. Just a sound will do if you don’t want to talk. It’s so awkward if you said nothing.’ However, Iris decided to let it slide since he had drank from the glass she took a sip from earlier. ‘Never mind. Why am I being petty when he didn’t even mind kissing me indirectly? I don’t care if he’s aloof or cold, I can make the first move then.’ She thought about it and decided to bring her legs up onto the seat before she supported herself to scoot closer to Quentin. The closer she got, the stronger the alcohol stench smelled. She had watched him drink one glass after another. It did not seem much at first, but one glass from each person did add up. ‘How many glasses did he have by the time the party was halfway through? ‘No wonder he had bumped his head on the roof of the car and was now sitting here motionlessly. ‘He must be feeling dizzy right now?’ Iris was close enough to see the red bump on Quentin’s forehead and a little bruise was forming. His eyes were closed and he was breathing heavily. Iris did not wake him up but slowly moved her hand over to check on his wound. The moment her soft fingers gently touched Quentin’s bump, his eyes which had been shut earlier suddenly opened only to see Iris’s face right in front of him. Iris was frightened by that and lost control of her strength causing her to press firmly on the bruise. She quickly removed her hand before Quentin could react and nervously explained. “Um… I just want to check your head. You’ve hit your head and if it’s not massaged, it might…” The more Iris spoke, the brighter she felt Quentin’s gaze became. It was so bright that it could have reached thousands of mountains away. Iris was beginning to feel the tingling in her scalp being stared like that and she quietly retracted her hand away. “Okay. since you don’t want it, then never…ahh!”