The Formidable Son-In-Law: The Charismatic Lucas Gray Chapter 1103

Chapter 1103: Drowning Sorrows in Alcohol

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Cheyenne didn’t say much and just said gently, “Okay, I got it. Go ahead and handle your affairs. Be careful on your way back.”

Lucas had a powerful position, so likewise, he had plenty of things to handle. So Cheyenne didn’t suspect anything at all.

After hanging up the phone, Lucas felt apologetic.

He had almost never lied to Cheyenne before, and the sense of guilt truly felt terrible.

But he really couldn’t go home in his current state.

!!

He put his phone back into his pocket and planned to continue strolling aimlessly on the street, but he suddenly saw a bar at the side.

Without much hesitation, Lucas stepped right inside.

In fact, he rarely patronized places like bars, but he was really in low spirits today. So the moment he saw the bar, he felt a strong urge to drown his sorrows in alcohol.

The bar wasn’t too noisy but instead quite elegant.

On stage in the bar, a young man was playing a beautiful country song on an accordion.

Lucas walked to the front of the bar counter, and the bartender immediately asked, “Sir, would you like a drink?”

“Give me a bottle of the strongest alcohol you have here,” Lucas said directly.

“Uh…” The bartender hesitated. “Our strongest drink here is distilled vodka from Poland, which is 96% alcohol. It’s usually used as a base for c.o.c.ktails. Ordinary people won’t be able to stand drinking it raw. Sir, would you like to switch to something with a slightly lower alcohol content…”

Before he could finish speaking, Lucas interrupted, “I’ll take that. Give me a bottle of it!”

“Alright!” The bartender felt helpless. He had already informed Lucas of the dangers of drinking the Polish distilled vodka, but there was nothing he could do since the customer insisted.

Soon, an opened bottle of Polish distilled vodka and a gla.s.s were placed in front of Lucas. The large word 96% printed on the bottle caught the attention of the guests around him.

The bartender poured a small gla.s.s of the vodka for Lucas, but Lucas waved him away and poured the alcohol himself, quickly filling the entire gla.s.s. He downed it in one go.

A few people at the side, including a waiter and the bartender, looked at Lucas in astonishment.

Most people probably wouldn’t be able to take a tiny sip of spirits with such a high alcohol concentration, but Lucas actually chugged a gla.s.s in one go!

This wasn’t all. After downing the gla.s.s, Lucas poured another gla.s.s, filling it to the brim before chugging it again.

Then the third gla.s.s…

The fourth…

After he finished the fourth gla.s.s, there was only a small amount of vodka left in the bottle.

Lucas actually downed several gla.s.ses of the vodka, which was extremely strong for ordinary people, one after another like it was plain water.

The strong alcohol naturally burned his throat, but after downing almost an entire bottle, he still felt cold in his heart.

Just as he poured all the vodka into the gla.s.s, downed it, and ordered another bottle of the same vodka, he heard a familiar female voice coming from behind.

“Lucas? What are you doing here?”

Lucas turned around and saw someone who surprised him.

“Lena Sawyer?”

Indeed, the person who came was Lena, the daughter of Ethan Sawyer, the wealthiest man in Orange County, and Cheyenne’s long-time friend.

Lucas didn’t expect that she would suddenly appear in DC in a bar that he had casually entered.

“Lucas, it’s really you! What a coincidence!” Lena walked over in surprise, sat down on the high chair beside Lucas, and smiled sweetly. “I happened to be out drinking with my friends today, and when I saw your back, I found it familiar. I didn’t expect it to be really you! Haha, fate must have brought us together!”

Lena looked around and saw that he was alone, so she asked in surprise, “Why are you here alone? Didn’t Cheyenne come with you?”

Lucas said indifferently, “She’s at home.”

Except for a hint of surprise when he first saw Lena, his expression was cold and indifferent. Besides, he had planned to get drunk alone in a place where no one knew him, without the disturbance of anyone.

So he sounded even colder after hearing Lena’s question.

But Lena thought that Lucas meant Cheyenne was back home in Orange County, so she was suddenly thrilled after a brief moment of surprise.

It seemed that Lucas was in a bad mood. At the mention of Cheyenne, his tone was cold and indifferent. Moreover, he was drinking alone at a bar.

Did Lucas and Cheyenne have a fight? Lena guessed, but she couldn’t help feeling some joy.

Ever since Lucas had saved her at the entrance of the Sawyers’ villa like a knight in s.h.i.+ning armor a few months ago, his figure had been deeply etched in her mind.

But Lena had been suppressing her feelings because of Cheyenne.

However, the more she wanted to forget him, the harder it was for her to do so.

As Lucas continued to save her from danger again and again, Lena fell hopelessly in love with him and finally decided to take action.

Previously in a hotel in LA, Lena had even tried to seduce Lucas in her swimsuit at the pool on the top floor, but she didn’t succeed.

Now, she unexpectedly met Lucas once again far away in DC, and he was currently alone. She was sure that this was another chance given to her by G.o.d.

With this thought, Lena coughed and asked tentatively, “Uh… you don’t seem too happy. Did you… have a fight with Cheyenne?”

“No,” Lucas replied extremely indifferently before downing the gla.s.s of the highly distilled vodka in his hand in one go.

Although Lucas denied it, he was clearly in a bad mood since he was chugging hard liquor.

She reckoned that he must have had a fight with Cheyenne.

After thinking about it, Lena said, “I’ll drink with you!”

Then she grabbed Lucas’s vodka bottle, poured half a gla.s.s, and took a large mouthful.

But…

“Pfft!”

As soon as the vodka entered her mouth, she immediately spat it out ungracefully!

While Lena coughed, her face flushed red, and she hurriedly wiped the corners of her mouth and the liquor stains on her clothes. She complained repeatedly, “What kind of alcohol is this? It leaves a terrible taste in my mouth!”

Seeing how embarra.s.sed and disheveled Lena was, Lucas couldn’t help being amused regardless of his awful mood.