Chapter 78: chapter 78

RACHEL'S pov.

I tilted my head and let my eyes scanned the table again, I couldn't help but wonder just how much he's drunk. I sighed softly, and slowly walked towards a sofa.

I tried to push him off me and make him sleep on the sofa, but he surprisingly held me very tight, I mean way too tight for a person in a drunken state.

I tried to push him off again, but we both ended up falling on the sofa, with me laying on him and he quickly moved his arms to my waist.

"Hey, Asher, let go!" I said, as I tried to unwrap his arms from my waist.

"No!" he replied firmly.

"Let. Go" I gritted out still trying to remove his hand, but his grip was too tight.

"I.. I.. I will marry you" he slurred.

"Marry me?"

"Hm" he nodded, and pouted his lips as though he wanna kiss me.

"You're drunk"

After struggling for a moment, I managed to remove his arms, and straightened up.