---- Chapter 12 | got rid of Alan's hand and forced myself to cheer up. "Sign it. The pen is here." When the signature pen was handed over to the client, his face darkened. He pointed at the wine on the table and said, "| won't make things difficult for you. I'll sign it after you drink it. What do you think?" | estimated that after drinking that wine, | would probably Pass out. But | still reached out to get the bottle. With a livid face, Alan pulled my hand back and said, "Do you want to die?" He held me tightly and persuaded me in a low voice, "Can you go back with me?" The client stared at us with great interest, "Wow, what are you doing?" Alan glared at him angrily, but the client glared him back without showing weakness. "I'll drink it for her," He said seriously. ---- The client smiled and said, "Then this amount of wine is not enough. I'll consider it if you drink twice as much." He looked at me up and down as he spoke. After parking the car, Philip rushed up and looked at me in surprise. He wanted to hold me, but Alan held me tighter. "| hope you can keep your promise." The wine was served soon. Philip looked at him worriedly. "Are you crazy? Alan? You just had a gastric perforation." Alan just said, "It's none of your business." He drank one after another, and the splashing wine dripped on my face from time to time. He had a faint scent of perfume on him, the same scent that Fiona liked. His phone kept vibrating in his pocket. | knew who kept calling him. | couldn't help but want to laugh. So this was what it felt like to have him available at any time. ---- After drinking less than half of the wine, Alan couldn't stand steadily. He loosened his tie with one hand and continued drinking without saying anything. Until all the wine on the table was empty, the client signed the contract with a smile. After all the people of my client left, Alan fell as if he could not hold on. He pressed his stomach tightly with one hand, with sweat on his forehead. "Philip, go to the hospital."