Dominic entered the house and called Jonathan again, then ignored everything else. After taking a shower, he uneasily called Alessia.
No one answered the first time, and the second time, her phone was turned off.
Dominic furrowed his brow, feeling inexplicably restless.
He scrolled through the messages he had sent to Alessia before, and this unease became even more pronounced.
Twenty minutes later, the sound of a car came from outside the yard, and he stood by the window, looking down.
It was Jonathan.
In the heavy rain, Jonathan took Tiffany away, and until late, the villa across the street remained dark.
On the other side, a car entered a residential area and stopped in front of a villa.
Someone was already waiting at the entrance of the villa.
In the darkness, a man with a height of 188 cm approached, holding a black umbrella.
Enzo was wearing black casual clothes, possibly about to go to bed, and wasn't wearing his signature hat.
Riley saw the umbrella in Enzo's hand and instinctively moved to get out of the car and join him.
Enzo timely handed over another umbrella he had been holding, stuffing it into Riley's arms, "You can use this one."
Then, he turned to Alessia sitting in the passenger seat, "Sia, come out!"
This favoritism was blatantly obvious.
Alessia carried several bottles of wine from home and pushed open the car door to get out.
As soon as her feet touched the ground, the umbrella perfectly covered her head.
Despite the heavy rain, she wasn't touched by a single drop.
Alessia looked up, and the man smiled at her with a clean smile.
This smile seemed to be transparent, containing no impurities, genuinely expressing joy from the heart.
Thinking of her own purpose for coming here, Alessia slightly averted her gaze.
Enzo seemed not to notice Alessia's discomfort, reaching out naturally to take the wine from her hands and holding it in one hand while naturally guiding her into the house.
Walking side by side, under the umbrella, although they weren't touching, they were extremely close.
Enzo couldn't help but sneak a glance at the woman beside him. She wore a white short-sleeved shirt and blue jeans. Even though she was plain-faced, her face seemed to glow, and her long eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings.
Even if she didn't lift her eyes, he could clearly imagine how clean and beautiful her slightly lowered apricot eyes were, as if they were bewitching.
Bewitching, as if he wanted to give her everything he had.
At this moment, the missing piece in his heart seemed to be filled, never imagining that one day, he could be so close to her.
They entered the house.
The interior decoration style was completely different from the impression Enzo gave.
Enzo always wore black, with a hat, giving off a shady vibe.
But the interior decoration was warm-toned, with lush green plants at the entrance, orange sofas, and carpets in the same color scheme.
While Alessia was sizing up the room, Enzo had already taken out a pair of brand-new slippers from the shoe cabinet and placed them in front of her.
The slippers were minimalist in style, with a white sole and black top. Alessia put them on, and they fit perfectly, just right.
The style and size of the slippers were just right for her, as if they were specially prepared for her.
Clearly, she had come to Enzo's house on a whim.
Alessia narrowed her eyes and saw that Riley had also put on the slippers Enzo gave him.
Riley looked at his own shoes, then at Alessia's, and his hand rested on Enzo's shoulder.
"Enzo, something's not right. Why are my slippers old while Alessia's are new? And Alessia's slippers are even women's style. You brat, be honest, who were these shoes prepared for?"
Enzo looked openly at Alessia and replied half-jokingly, half-seriously. "I saw this style at the supermarket and liked it, so I grabbed a random size. Whoever fits into it can wear them."
Riley's face revealed a meaningful smile, and he leaned on Enzo's shoulder with force. Jokingly, he said to Alessia, "Alessia, it seems you and Enzo are destined."
Alessia frowned. It seemed that Riley was really drunk.
If he wasn't drunk, he would never say something so embarrassing.
Alessia was displeased. Whether intentionally or not, Riley had always wanted to match her with Enzo, but she had never thought of using her goodwill to probe into Enzo's background.
She grabbed Riley, who was still leaning on Enzo, "If you can't handle your liquor, then don't drink. If you keep blabbering, don't drink this wine, just go home early."
With that, she really took Riley and turned to leave the door.
Before they stepped out of the door, Riley was unwilling to leave.
At this moment, he was clearly just starting to get tipsy from the alcohol.
Riley firmly held Alessia's hand, apologizing repeatedly, "Okay, okay, I won't speak nonsense anymore. Let's go, let's drink inside."
Saying so, he led Alessia and walked into the living room in the opposite direction.
Enzo followed behind Alessia and Riley, watching the two siblings tug and pull at each other, his eyes filled with amusement.
If Enzo could be likened to a little puppy, then at this moment, his tail would surely be wagging uncontrollably.
The three of them sat down in front of the wide floor-to-ceiling windows, with raindrops falling incessantly outside, and friends chatting and drinking inside.
The atmosphere was just right, and at this moment, it was easy for people to let down their guard.
As Riley drank, he started crying, and eventually it turned into a mix of crying, laughing, and jumping.
Perhaps everyone harbors dual personalities, and when one side is pushed to the extreme, the other side emerges.
So, the drunken Riley at night would let loose, behaving so differently from his usual self.
After a few rounds of drinks, Riley ended up wandering around the living room with a wine glass in hand, slipped, and fell straight to the ground.
Alessia and Enzo were afraid he would hurt himself, and just as they were about to help, Riley finally collapsed onto the sofa.
The wine glass slipped from his hand onto the carpet as he rolled onto the sofa, hugging the cushions, and within seconds, he fell into a deep sleep.
He was truly drunk.
Alessia breathed a sigh of relief and turned around, coincidentally meeting Enzo's gaze as he turned as well.
Enzo's eyes were already glazed over, evidently half-drunk.
Alessia had taken hangover pills before leaving home, so she was very sober now.
She raised her wine glass and said, "Let's continue."
Enzo touched the glass in front of him and pondered for a moment before looking at Alessia with a gentle smile, "Are you trying to get me drunk?"
Alessia smiled back and took a sip of her wine, "Can you let me get you drunk?"
"I can. Whatever you want, I can do it for you." Enzo's fingertip tapped against the rim of the glass, glanced at Alessia, then picked up the glass and downed it all in one gulp.
This straightforward action seemed to validate his earlier words.
As long as Alessia wanted him to get drunk, he could do it himself without anyone's help.
Alessia's beautiful eyes flickered slightly, feeling like her intentions had been seen through.
The more tense the situation, the less she could afford to panic.
Alessia also picked up her wine glass and drank a sip.
"Do you trust me, Enzo?"
"Do you trust me, Sia?" Enzo suddenly stood up, leaning on the table with both hands, leaning down to stare at Alessia's eyes from above.
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