Chapter 215: Chapter 215

Finally finished the last document, President Sterling glanced at the time—it was exactly nine-thirty in the evening.

Pop should be asleep by now, and the cup of atrocious coffee on his desk had also reached the bottom.

To be honest, although Anna’s brewed coffee tasted terrible, its energizing effects were greatly enhanced.

Especially when he reminded that woman it was Monday today, it was also a reminder for himself that a sip during moments of distracted thoughts could certainly bring back wandering souls instantly.

President Sterling deliberately ended his work early and stepped out of the study, only to see light coming from his room.

Seems like Anna Thornton was right. All these twenty-seven years that President Sterling had been focused solely on work, he indeed was too lonely.

He just realized how much he needed attachment—having Anna and Pop at home really made a difference!

However, this fleeting warmth was shattered by reality in the next second!

When President Sterling pushed open the bedroom door, the first thing he noticed was a very strong smell of alcohol.

The man frowned, stepped inside, and happened to kick away an empty wine bottle.

President Sterling stood still in front of the wine bottle, pausing for two seconds.

He recalled that during a meal in the dining room, Anna commented on the large collection of divine wines he had.

Actually, President Sterling also had a wine collection in his room, even more exquisite than those displayed in the dining room, with each bottle worth a fortune.

Like the bottle at his feet now, signed personally by a wine master with the year noted. That particular year saw a pest infestation throughout Europe, causing an unprecedented drop in wine production. The grapes cultivated later were of a different variety, meaning this bottle represents the most significant point in wine history, and is the last of its kind made from the previous grape variety, worth over a million dollars.

There’s another wine bottle worth seven figures, lying at the foot of President Sterling’s bed. The bottle was cracked, with not a drop of wine left inside.

President Sterling took a deep breath and looked towards the little woman on his bed, resembling a drunken cat.

He walked towards her, each step like a release, approaching with an aura of intense anger.

Sadly, Anna was now so drunk her senses were muddled, not even scared, just lying on the bed, silly smiling at him: "Hee hee!"

"Anna Thornton, I asked you to prepare properly, is this your way of waiting for me?"

"Still dare to laugh? Get up!"

Upon hearing this, Anna turned over without getting up, instead holding her head and burrowing into the covers: "No! I feel awful, dizzy!"

President Sterling finally understood who Pop inherited the burrowing trait from.

Things indeed were different now, this woman’s presence brought him so much trouble?!

President Sterling took a deep breath, pulled the covers aside, and directly dragged the woman out from under them.

"Let me ask you, do you know what day today is?"

"You still know the day, so you aren’t completely drunk! Then who am I?"

President Sterling was burning with rage, but the term got stuck in his throat.

Anna Thornton was no fool, she always tested the limits of President Sterling’s anger, and knew how to flatter him promptly when he was on the verge of an outburst.

It left President Sterling uncertain about what to do with her.

How could he hit her? He couldn’t bear to!

Yet looking at her made him angry, rather than face the irritation, President Sterling convinced himself to toss the ’drunken cat’ back onto the bed.

Anna fell onto the soft mattress, unharmed.

However, while she was crawling up, she accidentally bumped into the bedhead.

’Bang’, President Sterling was tidying up the wine bottles, turned and saw Anna clutching her head accusing him: "Conrad Sterling, you hit your wife! Boo hoo hoo..."

She wasted the carefully collected wine like it was plain water, President Sterling couldn’t even be bothered to hit her, he’d rather toss Anna straight out the second-story window.

Besides, the man was a clean freak, now the room was filled with wine bottles and the smell of alcohol.

Is it the wine bottles that require President Sterling to bend his dignified back to tidy up? It’s the heartbreak!

Yet the little woman on the bed remained restless, continuously rolling and complaining about discomfort.

"My head hurts so much! Conrad Sterling, are you going to do anything?"

"After drinking so much, you’re lucky if it doesn’t kill you!"

"Conrad Sterling, I want to eat walnuts."

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"You don’t care about me, boo hoo hoo..."

Despite his words, after tidying the room, President Sterling did go downstairs and instructed Granny Chandler to make a sobering soup.

"By the way, Granny, are there any walnuts at home?" President Sterling suddenly asked.

"Yes, sir, they’re in the kitchen, originally for Little Missy’s children’s meals."

President Sterling returned to the bedroom with the sobering soup, kicked the bed’s side: "Get up, drink the sobering soup!"

The woman on the bed lazily opened her eyes, first asking, "Where are my walnuts?"

"You look like a walnut!"

"No walnuts, I won’t get up, won’t drink the soup!"

Drunk Anna was probably possessed by Pop, no, Pop was much more obedient than her.

This little woman probably thought she was still the young lady from the Thornton Family, where clothes appeared at the waving of a hand and meals at the opening of her mouth, everyone had to meet her demands, the world had to revolve around her.

However, President Sterling was indulgent with her, he stuffed half a walnut kernel into Anna’s mouth, and she immediately beamed, proactively wrapping her arms around his neck to act spoiled: "Carry me up!"

Fearing Anna would move about, President Sterling simply lifted her up, letting her lean against his embrace.

Opened his palm, allowing her to pick up pieces of walnut to eat.

After she finished eating, he thrust the sobering soup against her mouth, impatiently instructed: "Drink properly, if a single drop spills on the bed, you’ll have to lick it clean before sleeping tonight!"

"Oh wipe! Conrad Sterling, you’re too filthy!" Anna looked at him with a cunning smile.

Conrad Sterling: "... I’m talking about the soup, where did your thoughts go?"

"Soup I won’t lick, it smells horrible, won’t drink!"

"Drink it, did you hear me?"

"Hell no, won’t drink!"

Can’t believe this woman, getting drunk and causing a commotion.

Swearing while flirting, it was Conrad Sterling’s first time witnessing such behavior.

Too lazy to accommodate her further, he simply pried her mouth open and poured it in!

Another match of rational power against a coquettish ’sobbing little devil’, eventually resulting in spilled sobering soup all over the bed.

The chaos lasted until late at night, President Sterling changed into clean sheets, and a worn-out Anna naturally clung to the bed and fell asleep.

The man put on the duvet cover, and carefully tucked in the little woman who was sleeping soundly.

Yet as he lay on the bed, President Sterling found he couldn’t fall asleep.

Especially when looking at the carefree woman sleeping beside him, the more he thought, the more frustrated he became, unable to bear it any longer.

President Sterling pulled Anna under him, and she was awakened by his movement: "What are you doing?"

The beautiful night was just beginning...