Chapter 892 What Exactly Do You Want?

It seemed an inauspicious thing to say on such a festive occasion, but even more so, harrowing. The word "dead" was enough to tug at the heart. Instead of drinking the wine, Bellamy set down his glass and said with a sullen expression, "Don't be ridiculous. I won't let you die." "You idiot, I'm joking with you," Waverly said with a grin before she drank the wine from the glass in one go. She figured that she was downright drunk. Otherwise, she wouldn't have called Bellamy an idiot. Suzi cast Waverly a concerned glance. "I'll go get some water for her. Otherwise, she's prone to headaches when she's drunk." "Thanks, Mom," Bellamy said. It was the first time that Waverly felt so heavy-headed. She leaned on Bellamy's shoulder and fell asleep in no time. Even when drunk, she was a restless sleeper, as if something was weighing on her mind.  Bellamy carried her to the bed. She was slightly roused from her doze when he tucked her in. As