Drama Novel
Chapter 60: No Alcohol For You From Now On
When the car was stopped, Tristan pushed the door open and pulled Kate, who was still vomiting, out. She was bending down and still spitting and heaving. He put his hand to his mouth but found it smelled.
Tristan looked down and saw some vomit on his sleeve. He was annoyed so much that he almost wanted to give her a kick in the butt.
The driver brought a bottle of water, and Tristan signaled him to give it to her directly, but he immediately changed his mind and grabbed it from him. He twisted the cap off and caught Kate by the back of her clothes rudely, and asked her to gargle.
After she rinsed her mouth, she wanted to drink the remaining water in the bottle, but he padded on her back and ordered, “Spit it out.”
The car was dirty, and the driver knew his germ-phobic boss would never sit in it again. He had to call and ask somebody else to drive a car to pick them up. But it was dark, and the wind was blowing hard.
The driver suggested they find a warmer place to wait.
Tristan looked at the woman who had already stood up, said angrily, “Just wait here.”
The driver could not say anything, so the three of them had to stay in the wind waiting.
Kate was still grabbing the fur coat. She only wore a sleeveless dress. She seemed to want to put on the coat but found it was dirty and had to put it down.
The tight-fitting dress outlined her body; with the 3-inch high heels and shoulder-length hair, she looked feminine. But her pose and gestures were childish.
Tristan sighed and said to the driver, “We will not wait. Let’s call a cab.”
Kate became sober in the cold wind. She knew she made a mistake. When she saw Tristan walking towards her, she stepped back out of fear.
But to her surprise, he walked to the front of her and took off his coat and put it on her without saying anything.Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.
Kate looked at him and met his eyes. She asked in a low voice, “You are not cold?”
Tristan pulled the front of the coat closet for her and said, “I am a man.”
Kate didn’t know what a man being had to do with being cold, but he did look manly standing there in the wind with just a shirt.
Then she realized he was standing in the direction from which the wind blew, and her heart got warmer.
No cab came by for quite a long time. And there was something crystal coming from the air.
“Snow!” Kate exclaimed and stretched out her hand to catch one flake. She always liked snow. She observed its shape and watched it melt in her palm. This was what she liked to do when she was a child.
After a while, she found Tristan was quiet. She looked at him and met his eyes. He seemed to be looking like an idiot.
He said calmly, “Haven’t you seen snow in your hometown?”
“Yes, but Los Angeles rarely has snow.”
“What is the difference?”
She hushed and put down her hands.
They finally got into a cab. As soon as they got in, Tristan sneezed.
“You caught a cold?” Kate asked with concern.
“No.”
She wanted to take off his coat and give it back to him, but he said, “Just wear it.”
The fur coat with vomitus started to smell in the confined space of the car, and Tristan frowned, “You really cannot drink a drop of alcohol?”
“I said I couldn’t drink.”
“Then it is my fault?”
Kate squinted at him and said nothing.
She thought of the time she celebrated with Jimmy on his transfer to criminal police. She had had half a glass of red wine. She didn’t feel uncomfortable after drinking it.
She remembered the fragrance of it now that she recalled this memory.
What he was up to now? Did he crackdown on a lot of big cases? Tristan didn’t know what she was thinking. Perhaps he thought she was in her stupid trance habitually.
He said, “No alcohol for you from now on.”
The episode that night passed, and they soon forgot it.