Chapter 1282 Drowning His Sorrows With Alcohol

• Late that night, the villa was so quiet, it seemed to be empty. In his drunken state, Colton stumbled inside and searched the wall for the light switch. "Huh? Why can't I find it?"
• Scrunching his well-defined eyebrows, he kept moving his hand against the wall to search for the switch. When he finally felt a small cube-like object, he sneered. The next moment, the lights were turned on, illuminating the villa's living room. "Even the lights are acting against me."
• Suddenly losing his balance, Colton stumbled and crawled toward the couch not far away from him. He heaved as he stared spiritlessly at the chandelier above him.