She looked up drowsily and saw Burgess's handsome face.
"Why did you come?"
When Oprah spoke, he could smell strong alcohol in her mouth.
He frowned, "When did you learn to drink?"
She had often gotten drunk after just one drink, but now he found many empty glasses on the bar counter.
Oprah hadn't expected that he would ask about her drinking.
She was stunned momentarily, then pretended to be careless, "Probably when I was in Denmark."
Burgess’s throat tightened.
At this moment, he realized that he had never understood her.
He grabbed the wine glass from Oprah's hand and threw it aside.
"Let’s go home."
Go home...
Oprah's eyes were blurred.
The evening wind was blowing on her, and it felt cold.
She stood up staggeringly, ready to go out.
But he picked her up with strong arms
