"Hi. May I know whether you're the phone owner's friend? He has drunk a lot in the bar. I'm the server here."
"I am." Freya immediately leaped to her feet. "Which bar is that? I'll come right away."
After the server told her the address, she informed the sitter about it, took the car key, and hurried over to the bar.
Not many cars were on the road in the dead of night.
As such, she arrived there in about a half an hour's drive.
Ryan was lying on a couch in the corner of the dark bar. One of his hands was resting on his eyes while the other was holding a wine bottle, looking drunk. He did not move a muscle.
She walked over and glanced at the empty wine bottles on the table. Then, she pushed Ryan violently.
He moved his arms. With his drunken eyes, he looked at her in confusion and dejection. On his forehead, the scar from being hit was still visible.
The sight of him tore at her heartstrings for a moment.
Having known Ryan for a long time, she had seen
many of his sides. However, she had never seen him s o despondent and helpless.
How sad and stressed was he to have drunk so much?
Given that he had helped her so many times, she wanted to help him so badly right now.
"Stop drinking. I'm taking you home." Freya took away the bottle in his hand.
“Leave me alone." Ryan shook loose of her hand, straightened his body, and continued to grab hold of the bottle.
Freya directly clutched his arm and pulled him forcefully. "Let's go home."
Ryan was dragged up in a totter. However, he missed his footing and staggered for a while before he fell onto her.
Freya stretched out her hands to wrap them around his waist. Only after she took two steps backward did she keep her footing. After she took a deep breath, Ryan suddenly extended his hands and hugged her.
Although she was momentarily stunned, she instinctively raised her hand and patted him on the back. She could not help but say loudly, "I know you're upset, but drinking won't solve your problems."
Due to the loud music in the bar, she was not sure whether Ryan had heard what she said. All he did was bury his face in her neck.
"Let's head out first. It's too noisy here. If you want to
drink, we can go somewhere else for a drink."
Freya coaxed him as she walked out with him.
Meanwhile, Ryan continued to lean on her like a helpless child.
Shortly after they walked out of the bar, Ryan lifted his hand and pushed her away. Then, he walked toward the other side with a stagger.
"Ryan, you can share it with me if something is weighing on your mind." Freya went after him and gripped his arm stubbornly. "I treated you as a trash can when I was at my lowest point of life. Now you can do the same to me too."
Ryan tottered and leaned against the tree. The moonlight shone on his reddened and drunken yet handsome face. "T-They said I... fell in love with... someone I shouldn't."
After he finished speaking, he burped with his eyes full of misery.
"Love?"
Freya was confused for some time.
Only then did she recall the photo of Ryan holding hands with a man and come to realize that Ryan had fallen in love with a man.
It was not like, but love.
If Ryan were just an ordinary person, she would surely advise him to go after the man without hesitation.
However, she could not act as she wished because of his identity.
Furthermore, her godparents had told her to talk Ryan out of it.
"Do you... care about him that much?" Freya's scalp turned numb as it was her first time encountering such an issue. "Think about it carefully. Once you pursue your true love, your future will be ruined. Indeed, homosexual identity development is getting more prevalent everywhere, but your family is relatively conservative. Plus, you're engaged in politics
"What do you want me to do?" Ryan suddenly interrupted her. His eyes were bleary and drunken.
Freya's mind froze. "Then... it depends what kind of person you’re into. If you really are into men, you can work in business in the future. With your intelligence, I'm sure you can work in any field. But... but I personally think... it’s better for you to be interested in women. Have you ever made out with a woman before? Women..."
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