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Chapter 808: Chapter 802: Daddy’s Pampering 7

This is something he can only say to you; if he said it to Rouge, she might end up in tears.

Aiden has always been a responsible person. Honestly, entrusting Tiana to him is much more reassuring than to an outsider.

He picked up two bottles of wine from the table, handed one over: "Have a bottle."

Aiden, of course, wouldn’t refuse at this moment, accepted the wine, and clinked glasses with him.

Both of them drank down the entire bottle in one go.

After finishing, Graham put down the bottle, shook his somewhat groggy head, looked at him with narrowed eyes, and said softly, "I’m getting old, really old, nothing like before."

As he spoke, he leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes.

Aiden looked at all the empty bottles scattered on the floor and table, feeling a bit tipsy himself.

He got up, took off his suit jacket, and covered him with it, then collected all the empty bottles in front of him to prevent him from accidentally stepping on them when he woke up.

He placed them all on the table before finally standing up.

His deep eyes seemed to hold a thousand emotions, which ultimately converged into something as vast as a starlit sky and blue waves, mixed with a touch of respect: "Dad, thank you."

After saying this, he turned and left, gently closing the study door behind him.

As he stepped outside, the alcohol hit him, and he felt his vision blur a bit. He steadied himself against the wall, not in a hurry to leave.

Tiana and Rouge came upstairs and saw him.

Rouge quickly walked over, frowned a little, and said with some concern, "I’ve asked the kitchen to make some sobering soup, go get some rest in your room first."

"Mm, thank you, Mom."

Rouge, upon hearing his thanks, was momentarily stunned. How deeply must this child care for Tiana to reveal such a tender side when drunk.

Her eyes felt warm and she sincerely wished them well.

At this moment, Preston came over to support him.

Only then did Rouge lower her head and look at her daughter: "Tiana."

"Mm."

Rouge said, "Go check on him and take care of him."

"Okay."

After that, Rouge pushed open the study door.

The strong smell of alcohol hit her nose as she stepped inside. Seeing Graham half-leaning on the sofa with his eyes closed, she quickly walked over and sat down beside him.

Looking down, she saw his slender hand move slightly, yet his eyes remained closed.

She couldn’t help but grin, yet felt a certain indescribable emotion in her heart, lightly patted his shoulder: "Alright, stop pretending, the kids are gone."

Graham: "..."

He moved a bit and indeed opened his eyes, which showed no sign of drowsiness, not even a hint of being intoxicated.

His deep eyes had none of the look of a drunken person.

He stretched out his hand, somewhat domineeringly pulling her into his arms: "How did you know I was pretending?"

Rouge’s charming foxy eyes carried a hint of amusement: "Judging by the number of empty bottles, it’s unlikely to bring down someone like you, known as a drinker who never gets drunk."

Graham embraced her shoulders, his thumb gently stroking: "But I can’t always pretend not to get drunk."

"Isn’t this just the way you wanted it?"

Graham looked back at her: "I see our girl really cares for Aiden, and he’s genuine too. If I keep being the one who breaks up couples, there might be no one willing to take care of me in my old age."

Rouge, naturally understanding him: "For Tiana’s happiness, you can only pretend to be drunk, allowing Aiden to win, and take away our only daughter."