Chapter: 1752

Libby was stunned for a moment. Obviously, she didn't expect Carson to do such an intimate gesture.

And before she could react, he took off his coat and draped it over her shoulders.

"It's too cold outside. You might catch a cold."

Libby clutched the coat, feeling flattered.

"Carson, you..."

Her voice trailed off. It turned out that Carson was no longer looking at her. He was not paying attention to what she was saying, either. After putting the coat on her and saying some caring words, he looked in the direction where Rosa stood just now.

At this moment, there was no one on the balcony anymore.

Rosa had already returned to her room. Maybe she didn't even see his thoughtfulness towards Libby.

Carson was upset. His heart felt so heavy that he almost couldn't breathe.

Did she really not care anymore?

Then, he realized, why did he still ask? She had Elliott now. How could she care about him, who was just a part of her past?

What was so good about that Elliott?

In just a few seconds, many scenes flashed through Carson's mind. And the more he thought about them, the more irritable he became. He was not causing trouble for Rosa but for himself.

He couldn't even help blaming himself for coming here.

Carson thought Rosa wouldn't return to the Moran family. But he didn't expect to see her here tonight. He felt like a fool, doing completely meaningless things.

"Carson?"

Libby noticed that Carson was in a daze, staring at something. When she looked in the direction where his eyes were fixed, she found it was Rosa's room. But the lights there had already been turned off.

Of course, she was not a fool. When she saw the dark room, she knew what Carson was looking at. And she immediately realized why he cared about her just now. He just wanted to show it to Rosa.

Libby's grip on Carson's coat tightened. She clenched her teeth.

Carson left and went to Valmead Club to drown his sorrows.

He was so drunk that he already fell on the sofa, but he was still unsatisfied. He wanted to drink more. When the manager saw Carson like this, he got anxious. This man was Carson Scott, after all. If something happened to him, the club couldn't afford to bear the consequences.

At the thought of this, the manager quickly stepped forward and stopped Carson.

"Mr. Scott, you are drunk. You can't drink anymore.

Let me help you to the lounge."