Are they living together? Sean Dalton’s eyes showed a trace of sadness, feeling a chill in his heart! Anton Ford protects her so well... Hardly letting the media dig out even a bit? From her intuition, this girl living by the sea is different from Anton Ford’s previous girlfriends. Watching their figures disappear at the living room door, Sean Dalton felt uneasy. Her back slightly stiffened, feeling very uncomfortable. Hope suddenly fell through. She supported Anton Ford onto the sofa, his body reeking of alcohol. Ms. Tancred quickly brought a basin of warm water, and Mia Lane dampened a towel and wrung it dry to wipe the stain on his lips, "Do you know drunk driving is dangerous?" "Do you care?" He painfully asked her. "..." Mia Lane didn’t want to respond to him. At this moment, Ms. Tancred poured another cup of warm water, Mia Lane took the cup and fed him water, and Anton Ford cooperated. Ms. Tancred brought a trash bin in front of him, letting him rinse. Thɪs chapter is updated by novel※fire.net The air was thick with the pungent smell of alcohol, who knows how much he drank. "Miss Lane, I’ll brew some sobering tea." Ms. Tancred was also worried. After she left, Anton Ford paused, he suddenly grabbed Mia Lane’s wrist tightly, the force wasn’t enough to hurt her nor let her escape. "Why?" His voice was husky as he lay reclined against the chair back with his eyes closed, "I used half a life to save Justin Kingston, you yourself promised to be my woman, why can’t you consider me?" "I’m sorry..." Mia Lane didn’t struggle, she quietly sat beside him, feeling very apologetic. These three words made Anton Ford instantly furious! He opened his eyes to look at her, "I’m sorry? It’s the most useless three words in the world!" Although her image was somewhat blurry before him, his voice was hoarse, "In this world, not all apologies can be solved with a sorry!" "..." She was left speechless, forced into silence. "He’s getting married." Anton Ford reminded, provoking her, "Is it you who isn’t clear-headed, or is it I?" "Anton, I’ve always treated you as a brother." Mia Lane’s voice was gentle and sincere. "As his wife?" His eyes were sharp, "I don’t care for a sister-in-law! I don’t recognize him as my brother either!" "Can’t it be sister?" "I don’t care for a sister either!" "..." She was scared, her chest tightening, fearing he’d lose reason and do something reckless. But Anton Ford was also trying hard to restrain himself, suppressing anger, gradually losing himself, expression painfully sad, "In this world, I have nothing special I desire..." "I used to long for family, but there was none!" "Now I long for you, yet you always leave me without any hope!" Anton Ford asked directly, "Why can’t you consider me?" Looking at her, deep eyes settled seriously, "I’m willing to wait, wait for him to marry, wait for your heart to die!" "..." Mia Lane’s eyebrows lightly furrowed, her modest demeanor instantly becoming cold. Anton Ford leaned forward, laying directly on her lap, like a child feeling wronged, embracing her waist. Mia Lane’s body stiffened, she tried to calm her feelings, "Anton..." she understood his background and felt sorry for him. "Promise me, you’ll consider." He was still rational, not drunk, he was pleading for the last shred of hope. This topic felt heavy to her, she really couldn’t lie to him anymore, "I can only see you as a brother." "..." Anton Ford didn’t speak, but internally he felt extremely sad. Ms. Tancred soon brought sobering tea. "Get up, drink tea first, your stomach will feel a bit better." She supported his shoulder, "Obey." Mia Lane and Ms. Tancred helped Anton Ford up, then fed him sobering tea. "Don’t drink and drive again." Mia Lane told him, "If you can do that, I will consider the matter of feelings." "Is there hope, right?" He focused his gaze on her. She answered speechlessly, "A one-in-a-million chance." "That’s still hope!" Anton Ford smiled brightly, "Alright! I promise you!"