Take Me Away

Chapter 276 Don't Scare Me, Vivian

In the bar, after the guitar was played, the music suddenly changed, and rock passion could not stop.

Hence, the bar was heated up, and the dancing floor was filled with people.

Vivian was chatting with Ella's boyfriend, but she was not good at speaking this foreign language.

When the music began, she stood up immediately and greeted, "Hey... Shall we dance?"

Ella laughed loudly, and the handsome man with blond hair and blue eyes nodded with smile. He made

a gesture of welcome and walked towards the dancing floor with Vivian.

"I will go with you!" Sophia hurried to catch up with her.

Fiona smiled and said to Ella, "Your boyfriend has run away. Why don't you worry?"

"He can't run away. Even if he does, there is more handsome waiting for me!" Raising her eyebrows,

Ella said complacently, "Fiona, do you want to dance?"

"No, no, No. thank you." Fiona waved her hand, "I don't have that talent. I feel uncomfortable when

thinking about dancing."

"Haha..." While laughing, Ella picked up her bag and searched for something. "Fiona, it's really not

easy for you to have some fault!"

Fiona couldn't help laughing. She looked at Ella who was rummaging through her handbag without

much attention. But suddenly Ella called out her name and said, "Hi, Fiona. I brought this from royal art

school in I Country.

Fiona was shocked. Even under the dim light, she could still see the golden badge on the school

clearly. Many times. She had thought that one day, the badge could also be hung on her chest

Ella shoved the badge into Fiona's hand and handed her the postcard she had received since her

college. "These are the gifts I prepare for you. I have many photos taken in my college. I'll show them

to you some other day. "

With trembling hands, Fiona said gratefully, "Thank you, Ella."

"You're welcome. "You just didn't expect that I would be there, and you feel a little regret, right?" Ella

said, laughing.

Lowering his eyes, Fiona smiled. When she was about to speak, her hand vibrated. She took out the

phone in a hurry when she realized that it was from her bag.

"Hey, it must come from Mr. Spencer!" Although Ella didn't see who was calling, she already knew who

it was. She stood up with a smile and said, "Mr. Spencer is a handsome man. I don't expect that he is

your husband. Fiona! You concealed your true identity so well years ago!"

"It was an accident," Fiona replied, blinking her eyes

"Haha." Ella smiled and said, "Please answer the phone. I'm going to dance."

"Okay." Fiona nodded her head and watched her walking away. When she was about to answer the

phone, she thought of the deafening music and shrank her hand back slightly. She'd better go to the

toilet!

On the other side, hearing the busy tone from the phone, Spencer frowned. Why didn't she answer the

phone? Was she sleeping? He put the phone on the table slowly, but when he was about to release his

hand from the phone, he was unwilling to give up and grabbed it again. He dialed the number again in

his mind.

The phone rang again. Fiona walked to the bathroom and answered the phone in a low voice, "Hello?"

"What are you doing? Are you sleeping? " Spencer's voice softened as soon as he heard that the This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.

phone was answered.

"Not yet!" With a guilty conscience, Fiona thought it was treacherous to sneak into a bar.

"Not yet? What are you doing? " Spencer frowned and felt something strange.

"I'm here..."

"Go, go, go! Go drink more! "

"That handsome guy just now is really nice! Haha! "

Suddenly, two women walked out of the restroom. Their conversation had successfully drowned out

Fiona's voice. Raising his eyebrows, Spencer asked in a slightly angry tone, "Where are you, Fiona?

Drink? Handsome guy? Aren't you at Terence's home? "

"I..." "I'm in the bar now!" Fiona replied curtly

"How dare you, Fiona!" Spencer raised his voice, not knowing if he was angry or worried, "Which bar?

I'll pick you up."

"What?" Pouted, Fiona said, "I just came here! Moreover, Vivian and Sophia are here. Oh, my former

roommate, Ella is also here. We will have a small party and go back soon. You don't have to pick me

up. "

"No way!" Spencer tightened his grip on the phone and added, "I'll be right there... You are not allowed

to drink. "

"I didn't drink."

"That's great. Sarah wants to find you just now." The more Spencer spoke, the more anxious he

became. "I'll come to you right away!" Then he hung up the phone without hesitation.

"Hello? Hello! " Frowning, Fiona put down her phone and muttered, "You don't even know where I am.

How could you pick me up! If you call me again, I won't answer. "

In the middle of the hot dancing floor, Fiona came closer, thinking about telling a few people about what

Spencer had just said on the phone. Unexpectedly, Sophia dragged her into the crowd and walked

around Fiona. She was twisting her waist and hip, laughing so happily that Fiona couldn't even stand

up straight. It seemed that Ella and the handsome foreign man were like fighting in the dancing floor,

which attracted most of the attention of the dancing floor.

Vivian took the glass of cocktail from Sophia, swirled her body, drank it off, hummed a song and

shouted excitedly.

"Do you have wine left?" After she finished her drink, Vivian raised her voice and asked Sophia.

"Do you still want to drink? Vivian, you drank too much tonight! "

"Not much, I'm happy. I want more."

"There is more over there!" Pointing at their seats, Sophia said, "Vivian, don't drink too much."

"Okay!" Vivian walked unsteadily towards the booth on her high heels, humming a song. Fiona didn't

know how long she had been pestered by Sophia and she laughed so hard that she got tired. When

she was about to go back with Vivian. With a glass of wine in her hand, Vivian was happy, holding

Fiona's arm and said with a smile, "Fiona..."

But before she could read out her name, Vivian suddenly passed out. Her eyes shook, and all the

figures and people in front of her became illusory. A disgusting feeling came over her. She opened her

mouth, but felt her mind was more and more dizzy. Even before her eyes, she suddenly turned black,

losing all her strength and thoughts, and gradually went away

"Vivian! Vivian! "

Fiona's panicked voice reached her ear. Vivian opened her mouth but couldn't utter a word. The goblet

in her hand slammed to the ground.

Noticing that she passed out, Fiona wrapped her arms around her waist and supported her to the seat

with all her strength.

She was strengthless... Vivian sat down with the help of Fiona, gasping in cold sweat. Under the light,

Fiona caught sight of Vivian - she looked pale and her eyes were wide open, but her eyes looked

unfocused. Startled, Fiona grabbed Vivian's arm and asked, "Are you drunk? How are you doing? Don't

scare me! "

Lying on the seat paralyzed, Vivian felt all her strength drained. The deafening music seemed to be far

away. Fiona called out her name but she didn't dare to take any action.

"Fiona..." After a while, Vivian opened her mouth slightly and said in a weak voice. Her dizziness

gradually disappeared, and her sight slowly returned to normal, but the disgusting feeling remained.

"Vivian!" Fiona kept calm, "Did you get alcohol poisoning? I'll take you to the hospital. "

"No, thanks." "Is there any water here?" Vivian asked, shaking her hands

Quickly, Fiona grabbed a bottle of water, unscrewed the cap for her and handed it to her mouth.

Vivian raised her head and took a sip of the water, half of which flowed down the corners of her mouth.

When she was about to take another sip, a sense of nausea surged out of her chest, as if she was

about to vomit. Without a second thought, Vivian stood up and rushed to the door---she vomit.

Startled as well, Fiona raised her foot and was about to chase after Vivian to give her the tissues.

"Vomit..." the filth was pouring up. When Vivian was halfway, she bent down and vomited.

The people around them jumped away at once, and they all backed away, with disgust in their eyes.

However, before she could go to the bathroom, her arm was suddenly grabbed by someone.

"Eww! Let go of me! Fiona, I'm gonna throw up..."

"How much wine did you drink?"

The sweet and familiar voice, like tranquilizer, dispelled her disgust a little. She looked back with drunk

eyes, and saw Terence standing behind her like a God.

"I..." A slice of embarrassment flashed through her eyes, "I... My God! " She couldn't help but spit out a

lot of food, which was so dirty that Terence's clean trouser legs and shoes were stained. Vivian was

about to cry and struggled to get rid of his grasp. "Let go of me..."

Hearing this, Terence furrowed his eyebrows. Just when everyone thought that he was going to leave,

he went close to Vivian, picked her up and walked towards the bathroom.

"You... Let go of me... " Embarrassment was written all over Vivian's face.

"No, I won't let you go." Said Terence, striding forward.

Fiona let out a sigh of relief. Vivian had Terence to take care of her, so she should be fine. But what

about the man beside her?

It turned out that with the arrival of Terence, Spencer had also arrived. And without anyone noticing, he

had held her hand tightly, stopping her from moving a little.

Feeling the coldness given off by Spencer, Fiona coughed, "Where is Sarah?"

"Do you think I would bring her to such a place?" He snorted and drew closer to Fiona.

"What... What are you doing?" Fiona swallowed and retreated.

"Don't move." With displeasure, Spencer clung to her waist and smelled her.

Fiona was amused, "You're like a puppy? Emm? Are you checking that whether I drink or not? "

"Have you drunk it?" Spencer raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Of course not." Fiona shook her head.

"Has a man invited you to dance?"

"Neither." Fiona giggled.

"You'd better not." Spencer cast a glance at her from head to toe. The angry he had just alleviated was

immediately replaced by coldness in his heart. "Have you put on makeup?"

"I melted a little." Noticing his displeasure, Fiona put her hand on his shoulder, and whispered in his ear

in a sweet tone, "How does it look?"