69novels Chapter 264 The Drunken Oliver
Chapter 264 The Drunken Oliver
The car sped along the winding road, and the scenery outside the window flashed by like a slideshow.
Oliver and I sat in the back seat of the car, where it was so quiet that the only sounds were the faint engine noise and the whistling wind outside the window.
Inside that small car, there was an indescribable warm atmosphere.
Sunlight streamed through the car windows, casting dappled patterns of light and shadow, adding a touch of romance to the small space.
I took a box of pastries out of my backpack and gently picked up a small, delicate chocolate.
These chocolates are so small that you could swallow them whole in one bite.
I turned slightly to the side and offered the chocolate to Oliver's lips.
He paused slightly, his gaze, which had been focused on the scenery outside the car window, was instantly drawn to the small, sweet treat in my hand.
A hint of surprise flashed in his eyes, along with a touch of doubt, as if he were asking me the reason for my actions.
"Here, have a bite," I said softly, a smile unconsciously playing on my lips, tinged with anticipation.
Oliver's lips curled into a charming smile, then he gently opened his mouth and put the chocolate in.
At that moment, time seemed to slow down. I looked at him quietly, my eyes full of tenderness.
He chewed the chocolate very slowly, as if savoring the unexpected sweetness.
The silky smooth texture of the chocolate spread in his mouth, and its rich, sweet aroma seemed to fill the car as well.
"Mmm, it's delicious," Oliver said softly after swallowing the chocolate, his voice filled with satisfaction.
He turned to look at me, his eyes full of smiles, a smile as bright and warm as a flower blooming in spring.
“I knew you’d like it,” I said with a smile.
The car continued to move slowly forward, and the scenery outside the window changed constantly like a flowing scroll painting.
Inside the car, the atmosphere became even more harmonious and pleasant because of the chocolate.
We started chatting about trivial things, and laughter occasionally echoed in the car.
Every word and every smile is like an embellishment to this sweet atmosphere, filling this small space with the taste of happiness.
The sunlight still gently shines on us, bathing us in a golden glow.
Although Oliver had already eaten that little chocolate, the sweet feeling it brought remained deeply in our hearts.
Inside that small car, this simple moment has become a precious and beautiful memory in our hearts.
Perhaps happiness in life is that simple: a small piece of chocolate, a loving gesture, can make ordinary moments shine.
The journey wasn't too long or too short. The car had already entered my villa, where Butler Chen and some servants were waiting for us at the gate.
When the vehicle stopped, Butler Chen and a male servant had already opened the doors for us, and Oliver and I got out.
"Young Master, would you like to have a meal now?" Butler Chen asked respectfully in a low voice, standing beside me.
"Wait a minute, have someone take Oliver to wash up first, and I'll go change my clothes before we eat." I also need to change into casual clothes; it's really uncomfortable eating in formal attire.
"Then I'll take a shower first and then have dinner with you." I didn't hide anything from Oliver when I said this to Butler Chen. He really wanted to take a shower; he had just worked up a sweat and hadn't washed up yet.
"Let's go, we're on the same floor." My villa's top floor has a room prepared for each person I'm trying to woo, so our rooms are all on the roof.
I changed into comfortable loungewear and strolled towards the dining room.
I thought I'd see Oliver, but after looking around, I didn't see him. He must still be washing up.
The restaurant in front of me surprised me.
The ordinary large table has been completely transformed; Butler Chen has arranged it to resemble a romantic candlelight dinner scene.
The soft candlelight flickered gently, casting a dreamy veil over the entire space.
In the center of the table sits my favorite bouquet of blue roses, their rich fragrance filling the air.
The delicate petals appeared even more enchanting under the candlelight, breathtakingly beautiful.
The surrounding delicate candles and crystal wine glasses are arranged in an orderly manner, reflecting a warm light, and everything exudes a warm and elegant atmosphere.
I was immersed in the joy brought by this beautiful arrangement when I suddenly heard footsteps behind me.
Turning around, he saw Oliver, dressed in loose loungewear, his hair still slightly damp, a contented smile on his face. "This is..." He couldn't help but show surprise at the scene before him.
"How was the arrangement by Butler Chen?" I said to Oliver with a smile.
Oliver nodded, walked over to me, and pulled out a chair for me to sit down.
As soon as we sat down, Butler Chen came in with several maids, who carried exquisite plates and placed the food on the table one by one.
Each dish is like a work of art, with perfect color, aroma, and taste.
During the meal, we chatted quietly, creating a relaxed and pleasant atmosphere.
The candlelight illuminated our faces, as if time had stood still, leaving only our soft whispers and occasional laughter.
"Would you like to try the flower wine made by Steward Chen? It's made with the blue roses I grow in my yard." I looked at the bouquet of flowers and smiled.
Oliver narrowed his eyes slightly, pondered for a moment, and then smiled, "Alright, let me try some of the other drinks besides butterbeer and see if they taste good."
Butler Chen walked steadily toward Oliver and me, carrying a bottle of floral wine that shimmered with a mysterious glow.
The bottle reflected a soft light, and inside was his carefully brewed Blue Enchantress Flower Wine.
He smiled, his eyes filled with pride and anticipation, and gently placed two exquisite wine glasses in front of us.
Then, he carefully grasped the neck of the bottle and slowly tilted it. The dreamlike blue liquid, like a lively elf, slid slowly down the side of the glass, spreading a charming color in the stemmed glass. The rich aroma also spread and lingered around us.
This was the first time Oliver had ever seen such a beautiful wine, and his eyes flashed with amazement.
This blue rose wine is so beautiful to look at that it's mesmerizing.
Butler Chen looked at us and said softly, "Young masters, this is something I've put a lot of effort into making. Please try it."
I gently picked up the wine glass and held it to my nose to inhale its aroma.
The aroma possesses both the delicate elegance of the Blue Enchantress itself and the rich sweetness of fermentation, creating a multi-layered fragrance that is like a feast for the senses.
I tilted my head back slightly, took a small sip, and the floral wine spread across my tongue, cool and smooth. The sweet taste instantly filled my mouth, followed by a perfectly balanced tartness, as if adding a unique touch to this wonderful taste, making the flavor even more profound.
Oliver couldn't wait to take a sip, and his eyes lit up instantly. He exclaimed, "Butler Chen, this flower wine is absolutely amazing! The taste is so unique; it's the first time I've ever tasted anything like it."
Butler Chen smiled modestly: "You flatter me. I'm glad you like it. I planted these blue roses myself, and each one is full of my heart and soul. I also pondered the brewing process repeatedly, hoping for a good result."
As we savored the flower-infused wine, Butler Chen recounted the story of its production.
From selecting the most beautiful blue roses to carefully controlling the fermentation temperature and time, every step reflects his focus and passion.
In this warm atmosphere, the blue rose wine in the stemmed glass seemed to be more than just a beverage; it was a work of art into which Butler Chen poured his emotions.
As the flower wine entered my throat, a warm feeling spread through my heart.
I felt more and more energetic as I drank, and I didn't feel drunk at all. On the other hand, Oliver across from me probably thought it tasted good and had already drunk a bit too much.
"Ayers, how come there are two of you~" Oliver was already getting drunk.
"Looks like Oliver, you're not a big drinker." I put the last of my food in front of me into my mouth and chewed slowly. The taste spread across my taste buds, but it failed to stir any emotion within me.
Then, I picked up the flower wine on the table, tilted my head back and drank it all in one gulp. The sweet wine slid down my throat, bringing a slightly tipsy warmth.
I put down my wine glass, picked up the napkin beside me, and gently wiped my lips with a slow and calm motion.
I got up and strolled over to Oliver, who was starting to feel drowsy.
He leaned back in his chair, his eyes glazed over, and he started to ramble incoherently.
Seeing him like this, a complex mix of emotions welled up inside me.
Oliver was already completely drunk, so I bent down and picked him up.
"Butler Chen, pack your things, I'll take him back." I said, carrying Oliver in my arms like a princess.
"Yes, young master," Butler Chen said respectfully, bowing.
I carried Oliver and carefully made my way to the room.
He leaned limply against me, his breath, heavy with the smell of alcohol, gently brushing against my neck, making me feel a little restless.
Oliver, who usually seems to love Quidditch, was nestled in my arms like a doll at this moment, and this contrast stirred up a strange feeling in me.
His delicate brows furrowed slightly, and his long eyelashes trembled, as if he were not at peace even in his dreams.
I instinctively hugged him tighter, as if that would give him enough sense of security.
Finally, we arrived at the room, and I gently placed him on the soft bed.
His hair was a little messy and fell across his forehead, so I couldn't help but reach out and gently smooth it down.
At that moment, Oliver mumbled something indistinctly. I leaned closer to listen, and it sounded like he was calling someone's name. My heart inexplicably tightened.
I got up to pour him a glass of water to help him sober up, but after taking a few steps, I heard a noise behind me.
Looking back, Oliver had somehow sat up again, looking around with a confused expression.
Seeing me beside him, he reached out and grabbed at me, muttering "Ayers..."
I quickly returned to the bedside, took his hand, and gently comforted him, "I'm here, what's wrong?"
Oliver seemed greatly comforted and lay back down, but still held my hand tightly.
I sat on the edge of the bed, looking at his sleeping profile, my thoughts drifting away.
At this moment, in this quiet room, there is only the sound of his even breathing and my pounding heartbeat.
I quietly watched over him, feeling the warmth from his palm.
Oliver, who was still drunk and dazed in bed, suddenly opened his eyes, looked at me sitting on the edge of the bed, and then forcefully pulled me onto the bed. "Ayers, I missed you~"
His voice had a heavy nasal tone, and his warm breath brushed against my ear, making my heart tremble.
I propped myself up with my hands, looked at Oliver who was pinned down, and said, "Oliver, you're drunk."
But he acted like a spoiled child, holding me tightly with both arms and refusing to let go even a little.
I could feel his rapid heartbeat, one beat after another, as if it were knocking on the door of my heart.
“Ayers…I miss you…” Oliver’s voice carried a hint of ambiguity, sounding exceptionally clear in the quiet night.
“Oliver, do you know what you’re saying?” I asked softly, my gaze falling on his drunken face.
He slightly opened his eyes, his gaze revealing a hint of confusion, but even more so, deep affection.
“I know… Ayers… I’ve been thinking about you every day and every night since graduation…” His eyes were full of expectation, as if he had summoned all his courage at this moment.
My heart was deeply moved by his words. I raised my hand and gently stroked his face, feeling the touch of his cheek.
"I was thinking you were drunk and was going to let you off the hook, but it seems you're not willing," I said with a smile, my eyes gleaming with desire.
I leaned down, placed my hands on either side of his body, and looked him in the eye.
At that moment, the world seemed to stand still, with only the sound of each other's rapid breathing echoing in the air.
There was no resistance in his eyes, only confusion and bewilderment, like a deep lake that drew me in.
Finally, I could no longer restrain myself, and slowly lowered my head to gently kiss his lips.
His lips were soft and warm, with the sweet scent of flower wine.
At first, the kiss was cautious, as if testing the waters, or as if cherishing something.
But soon, desire, like a ignited flame, spread rapidly.
Oliver seemed to be infected by the passionate atmosphere as well. He unconsciously wrapped his arms around my neck and kissed me back, his actions carrying a hint of drunken recklessness.
Our kiss grew more intense, as if we wanted to merge into each other's very bones.
In the chaos, clothes slipped off one by one, and in the instant our skin touched, I felt the burning heat of his body, a heat like magma, completely destroying the last line of defense between us.
On this quiet night, petals fluttered everywhere outside the window, blown by the wind. We were immersed in each other's world, giving and receiving to our hearts' content.
Every exchange of glances, every touch of fingertips, felt like an arrangement of fate.
We lingered in each other's arms, swimming freely in the ocean of love and desire, as if the whole world consisted only of each other's heartbeats and breaths.
Sweat soaked the sheets; we were exhausted but satisfied.
As night deepened and the passion subsided, we fell asleep in each other's arms.
Oliver's head rested on my chest, and his even breathing made me feel incredibly warm.