Flash Marriage: Pampered by Mr.Bigshot

Tara Jameson was taken aback; wasn’t Fiona Sutton’s child’s father already dead?

Seeing Tara’s face full of confusion, Charles Northwood didn’t say anything.

"You decided to return to Capital Town tomorrow?"

Charles Northwood confirmed once again with Tara Jameson.

"Of course, we have a class the day after tomorrow."

Tara Jameson is a good student; she’s never skipped a class since she started school.

Even now at University, she’s still like that.

Hearing her affirmative answer, Charles Northwood nodded.

"After I return, I’ll sort out my matters."

Tara felt a bit sad when she heard Charles say this,

after all, those were his family members, forcing him to such an extent.

He must be sad, right?

"I’ll be with you."

Tara had already decided that day that no matter how difficult the future might be, she would stand by him.

"Okay."

Charles Northwood nodded with a smile in his eyes.

"Ah, Feng, come and eat quickly."

Dinner was a bit late tonight because it was very lavish,

after all, Charles and Tara would leave tomorrow, and it’d be a month before they see each other again.

Dad and Mom Jameson thought of preparing a good meal.

They all went to the Dining Hall, then sat down to eat.

Dad Jameson was happy, took out a bottle of aged Wine, and poured a glass for Charles Northwood.

"Since you’re not a student, you’re an adult now. Can you drink a little?"

"I can."

Charles Northwood nodded, as this was him drinking with his future father-in-law, so of course, he must drink.

......

However, this time Charles Northwood drank too much.

After the two finished drinking, Dad Jameson was also quite drunk, sitting there constantly talking to Mom Jameson.

All he talked about were the old stories, like the romance of their generation.

"Look at you. If you can’t drink, then don’t drink. Every time you drink too much, you talk nonsense."

Feeling a bit embarrassed by what he said, Mom Jameson wiped her hands after washing the dishes, and then went over to support him.

"You need to go back to the Bedroom, got it?"

She said as she led him back to the Bedroom.

And Charles Northwood just sat there, his face flushed, looking very cute.

He just looked at Tara Jameson without saying a word, seeming to have a good temperament with alcohol.

"I’ll help you to go rest as well."

With that, Tara Jameson stepped forward to support him.

"Don’t move!"

Suddenly, Charles Northwood shouted loudly, startling Tara Jameson.

"Can you lower your voice? I can hear you."

Tara saw him sitting there straight and couldn’t help but find it amusing yet frustrating.

"If you don’t go back to rest, are you going to sit here all the time?"

"I’m a tree!"

Poof—

Tara burst into laughter, unable to stand straight from laughing.

She never imagined that the always elegant Professor Northwood would be like this when drunk.

A tree, why not a flower?

"Even trees need to move. Come on, let’s go to a place where you can plant your roots."

Tara tried to support him again, but Charles Northwood remained unmoving.

"The climate here isn’t suitable for a scholarly tree like you. I’ll relocate you to a place where you can thrive."

"You haven’t dug the soil."

Tara Jameson: ......

"I already dug it; you just didn’t see it."

Tara said as she approached again and helped him up, leading him towards the Bedroom.

"There’s a bright sun outside; you need to help shade me from it."

Tara glanced up at the moon in the sky.

"Your house’s sun is half-sided, huh?"