Chapter 52 I Will Repay What My Father Owed You.
Nolan still remembered how Peyton had smashed soup on his face a few days ago.
At that time, Peyton was angry and loud, just like an angry cat.
However, she now stood on the side with her head down and uneasily, completely different from
before.
Under Nolanâs scrutinizing gaze, Peyton suppressed the embarrassment and discomfort in his heart
and whispered, âI would like to ask for your help.â
Nolan chuckled lightly, crossed his legs, and took out a cigarette from the cigarette case. A sarcastic
expression hung on his face.
âPeyton, which play did you perform today?â
Not far away, a wealthy secondâgeneration named Aarav Wadham had a keen eye. Noticing that
Nolanâs attitude towards Peyton was different, he quickly approached.
âPeople here all want to ask for Mr. Daltonâs help. Young lady, if you want to ask for his help, you canât
be so insincere. Quickly offer Mr. Dalton a cigarette.
Peyton was urged to come to Nolanâs side. Nolan was leaning against a cushion, looking very lazy.
Although they have been at odds for the past two years, Nolan used to be polite and restrained, never
smoking in front of her.
However, now the top two buttons of Nolanâs shirt were undone. In the
dim light, he appeared rebellious.
Peyton held a lighter and looked at Nolan. Nolanâs gaze was intense, as if he was implying that Peyton
was fickle.
Peyton couldnât care about what Nolan thought of her. She lifted her leg and knelt on one knee on the
couch, leaning forward.
Facing Nolan, she could only lower her posture.
The flickering shadow of the fire danced on Nolanâs handsome face. He lowered his head, wearing a
mysterious smile on his face.
âI remember you saying that even if you jumped from the seventh floor, you wouldnât come to me for
help.
Peyton didnât expect Kason to have an accident suddenly, nor did she expect her to go back on her
words so quickly.
Peyton didnât want to speculate on how Nolan saw her. She bent her waist lower and said in a humble
voice, âMr. Dalton, be the bigger person and forgive my ignorance.
Aaravâs mind was racing. He thought. âNolan never lets any woman get close to him, but he let this girl
come over. Although she is dressed a bit too much, she is indeed beautiful. Maybe she is exactly the
type that Nolan likes.â
Aarav quickly poured three glasses of whiskey for Peyton and then tapped on the table with his fingers.
âYoung lady, this is how you ask for a favor.
-Peyton furrowed his brow tightly and thought to himself, âDrinking half a cup is enough to make me
dizzy. How could I possibly finish three cups?â
Peyton looked at Nolan. Nolan seemed to have thought of something.
He lazily supported his head with one hand and said, âWhat excuse are you trying to come up with
again? Are you not feeling well or do you have a terminal illness?â
Nolanâs sarcastic smile at the corner of his mouth was very dazzling. Peytonâs tolerance for alcohol
wasnât particularly good, but he just enjoyed teasing her.
Or rather, he wanted to retaliate against her.
Peyton felt a little sad. Thinking about how Nolan never let her drink before, she realized that
everything had changed.
Nolan sat there, barely lifting his chin. The innate sense of nobility was subtly displayed, completely
creating a distance between him and Peyton.
Peyton was always an extremely insignificant weakling in front of him.
Peyton realized the reality and thought that as long as she could save Kason, her dignity and life didnât
matter.
Peyton picked up the glass and drank it all in one go. She was not good at drinking and did not think
that alcohol tasted good. She only felt a burning sensation wherever the alcohol passed through.
She felt very painful.
She felt uncomfortable from her throat to her stomach.
Peyton wore many clothes. After drinking alcohol, she broke out in a sweat and felt a stomachache.
She covered her stomach and reached out to grab the second glass of
Wine.
Just then, a glass of water was handed to Peyton. âSince
you canât
drink alcohol, donât drink it. Emotions hurt people while alcohol harms the body. A young girl shouldnât
drink alcohol. Have a glass of water to make your stomach feel better.
Harleyâs voice was gentle, as if he were Peytonâs brother. Harley knew Peytonâs identity, so he took
extra care of Peyton.
Peyton smiled gratefully at Harley. Before she could thank Harley, Nolanâs expression grew even colder
âThere were still two cups,â Nolan coldly reminded Peyton.
Harley knew the importance of Nolan to Peyton and immediately frowned. One should not go too far in
doing things, as it not only hurts others but also hurts oneself.
âOkay.â Peyton picked up the glass of wine without hesitation, as if she were a general who would
never return. She resolutely drank it all in one go.
For Peyton, the second glass of alcohol was like poison.
After drinking it, she immediately collapsed.
As she was falling, she thought she would crash hard onto the table, but she was caught by Nolan.
Amidst the uproar, Nolan walked briskly outside, holding Peyton. Dizzy and disoriented, Peyton said,
âAlcohol. Thereâs still one glass of alcohol left.â
Peyton was thrown onto the back seat of the car. Nolan stared at her with anger in his eyes. âPeyton,
what exactly do you want to do? Havenât you acted enough?â
Peyton was thrown off balance and couldnât think about anything else. She knelt on the backseat and
reached out, grabbing onto Nolanâs
Chapte
sleeve. She pleaded like a child wanting candy.
âI found Leo and had him perform a craniotomy on my father. I will repay what my dad owes you.
Nolan looked down at Peyton, whose face had turned slightly red from being slightly drunk. Peyton had
lost control of herself, but she still made an effort to stay sober.
âYou can hit me, kill me, do whatever you want to me. Nolan⦠I only have my father as my only relative
left. Please, spare him.
Nolan had a mocking smile on his face. âWill you repay? What do you have to repay with? Besides
your life, what else do you have?â
Peyton let go of Nolan and looked at him with a helpless expression. âNolan, what do I have to do to
make you satisfied?â
âNo matter what you do, you cannot change the fact that my sister has already died. Peyton, I donât
want you to die, nor do I want you to live happily. Do you understand? Only when you suffer, I feel that
my life has some value.
âNolan, you were so cruelâ¦
Big tears rolled down from Peytonâs fingertips.
Peyton appeared both obedient and pitiful, which touched Nolan and made him feel sorry for her.
Especially after seeing Peytonâs tears, Nolan realized that he wasnât so happy.
Nolan irritably tugged at his tie and stretched out his arms.
Peyton was roughly pulled into Nolanâs arms and forcefully collided with his chest.
Peyton was already feeling dizzy. After being pulled by Nolan, she felt even more dizzy. Just as she
was about to speak, she saw Nolanâs cold eyes.
Nolan kissed Peytonâs lips without any warning, leaving Peyton speechless. He forcefully and
dominantly made Peyton breathe in his
scent.
Nolan was feeling restless in his mind. He didnât want to see Peyton happy and wanted to make Peyton
live in pain.
However, when he saw Peyton struggling, he didnât feel any joy at all. He felt like a boulder was
blocking his heart, making it hard for him to breathe.
When he touched Peytonâs soft lips and smelled the familiar scent on Peytonâs body, his inner
restlessness was slowly soothed.
The more Nolan and Peyton tried to resist, the more they couldnât ignore each other.
When Nolan skillfully pulled down the zipper of Peytonâs down jacket with his fingers, intending to put
his hand inside, Peyton placed both hands on his chest.
âNo!â Peytonâs face was filled with a look of refusal, which only made Nolan even more displeased.
Nolan lowered his head and stared at Peyton, repeating the words Peyton had just said, âIâll do
whatever you want me to do.