Chapter 313: Chapter 313 Things Are Done
His slender hands gripped the wine bottle, looking pale and fragile under the dark shadows, but had a certain toughness.
He had done the thing he found most contemptible and detestable.
It was only at the moment when the somewhat choking wine entered his throat that he finally understood.
In fact, he and Hannah Winter were no different, they were all the same kind of people, cowardly and self-loathing. He only used Hannah’s dependence on him to elevate his own status, inflicted all the harm on a girl.
Hannah Winter... Hannah Winter...
These three words seemed to be imprinted on his heart, they burned hotter with every sip of alcohol he consumed.
The pain was excruciating.
The wound on his back that had long since healed seemed to be throbbing again.
In his daze, the image of her from that night reappeared before him - her downcast brows, caring gaze, gentle touch, and comforting voice.
He detested Hannah Winter with all of his heart.
Hating her was only because she had witnessed the most humiliated moments of his life. But he had forgotten that during these dark and dismal days, the only one who accompanied him was Hannah.
He had once thought that he had shed all his tears on a night from his childhood. But now he found, his tears were burning every inch of his skin, mixed with the bitter taste of the alcohol, pounding against his heart.
Even if he didn’t want to admit it, he discovered that he could also miss the person he once hated the most.
Someone was pouring alcohol into Louis Snyder’s mouth, the laughter around becoming more and more raucous.
The alcohol blurred his vision, seemingly washing away the warm and bitter tears.
Oliver Taylor showed no intention of intervening, instead, he took out his phone and sent a message.
—Miss Winter, as per your instruction, the task has been accomplished.
Several minutes later, a reply came from the other end.
—Good boy, I’ll give you a big bonus for the new year.
—Oh no, it’s my honour to work for Miss Winter.
When Oliver Taylor turned off his phone, Louis Snyder had already fallen drunk on the sofa, his black hair was messy, dripping with alcohol, his face flushed, eyes blurred, few buttons of his collar undone, revealing his pale and slender collarbone.
Quite a few men around with a particular taste were attracted.
Some even brazenly made advances.
Louis Snyder snapped awake instantly, his eyes reddened, he glared fiercely at the man, full of rage and gloom, like a wounded wild cat struggling.
The man’s heart missed a beat before he spat disdainfully, "What are you pretending? Follow me, and I’ll make you the lead actor."
The man tried to touch him again, but Oliver Taylor suddenly spoke, "Enough, let’s call it a night."
Everyone, albeit unwillingly, refrained as they didn’t dare offend Oliver Taylor.
The noise around him gradually faded, an overwhelming drowsiness swept over him, trying to drag Louis Snyder into the unfathomable sea.
In the latter half of the night, it started to rain.
It trickled onto his face, carrying the chilliness of the night, the cold wind was bone-piercing, stripping away the last bit of warmth in his body.
The rain got heavier, the broad road was engulfed in nothing but darkness apart from the dim lights.
"You’ve got the role of the second lead."
This was the last sentence Louis Snyder had heard before he passed out, it felt like an act of charity, even accompanied by the laughter of others.
He lowered his head, his hands on his face, the rainwater slipped through the crevices onto his lips.
Carrying a bitter-salty taste.
Louis Snyder debuted at sixteen, in the span of two years, he could only squeeze into an old, rundown dormitory with others, occasionally getting some shows, but only to perform in commercial events.
