Finally, Andrew stepped away from the dinner table. He had had more than enough, roughly two full bottles of strong liquor. Although George’s alcohol was top-shelf aged spirits that went down smoothly, two bottles of hard liquor would still affect even someone with the best tolerance. At the very least, Andrew’s face was already starting to turn red.

Hannah and Freya followed behind him one after the other, both wanting to see him off and do something during their goodbyes.

Logan picked up on the tension, smirked knowingly, and bowed out early.

Andrew kept his head down as he walked ahead, not planning to get entangled with these two sisters any further, especially Freya. Andrew could not bear to hurt her. However, if this woman acted too boldly and got handsy again, then, under the influence of alcohol, even he might not be able to keep his thoughts clean. After all, he was still a man. And with enough liquor in his system, even a gentleman could slip.

Just then, the Keller family’s old butler, Allen Phillips, approached. He chuckled and said, “Mr. Lloyd, Ms. Emily has prepared a hangover drink for you. Please come over and have some before you leave.”

Andrew waved his hand. “That’s not necessary. I didn’t drink too much, I can handle it.”

Allen kept smiling. “Ms. Emily has already prepared it and insists that I bring Mr. Lloyd over. Otherwise, she’ll bring it to you herself!”

Hannah and Freya were both reluctant to give up, but since Emily was the one making the hangover drink, not them, the two sisters abandoned their pursuit. Following along would only make them look inconsiderate compared to their thoughtful older sister.

Hence, Andrew, reeking of alcohol, went alone to Emily’s room in the west wing. The Keller residence followed a classic layout, with George in the center and his eldest son and three daughters living separately in the east, south, west, and north sections. Children from wealthy families enjoyed great independence in all aspects of life, especially when it came to having their own private space.

When Andrew entered Emily’s reception room, he found it completely empty.

“Ms. Emily!” he called out, feeling somewhat uncomfortable about the situation. Coming to someone’s room after drinking seemed inappropriate, and seeing no one there, Andrew turned to leave.

“Andrew, I’m in the back. The drink is almost ready!” Emily’s voice came faintly from the bedroom, soft and delicate.

Andrew frowned, walked past the partition screen, and stepped in. All this effort for a drink? What on earth was Emily up to now?

As soon as he entered her bedroom, a wave of warmth and subtle fragrance hit him. He looked around but still did not see her. Suddenly, something soft pressed against his back.

“Andrew, I–I have something to tell you…” Emily’s voice trembled behind him.

Andrew sobered up almost instantly. “If you’ve got something to say, then say it. Why are you holding me? Let go first!”

He was beyond speechless. He had already been ambushed multiple times at the Keller residence. Were the Keller sisters taking turns trying to make sure he could not leave the place in one piece? He felt both creeped out and overstimulated. He forcefully pried Emily’s hands off and spun around, only to be completely blindsided.

Emily stood there, fully naked, with absolutely nothing on. As his shocked eyes met hers, she froze like she had been struck by lightning. In a flash, she wrapped her arms across her chest, her face turning crimson. She was utterly embarrassed.

“I…” She stammered for a long time, but could not string together a single coherent sentence.