When Her "Death" Couldn't Break Him

Chapter 1940 Jason Decides To Help

She rarely drank and had a low tolerance.

After a few glasses, she felt a buzz settling in. The pressure from her parents about marriage surfaced in her mind, followed closely by the memory of that disastrous blind date with Alec. Tipsy and emotional, she began venting. "Magnus, do you ever feel like life is just... exhausting?" she said, her tone edged with bitterness. "Why are my parents always so obsessed with getting me married off?"

Seeing her like this, Magnus gently reached out and held her hand. "Parents can be like that sometimes. Try not to let it get to you."

"I'm not upset," Chelsea muttered, sniffing. "I just don't understand. I'm doing perfectly fine on my own. I really don't want to get married. And if I ever decide I want a child, can't I just opt for IVF? My parents... they just don't see the world clearly. They don't pay enough attention to what's going on. There's so much greed, so much cruelty out there."

As she finished speaking, she gently pulled her hand back.

Then she looked at him, eyes slightly glassy but suddenly serious. "Magnus... we're good friends, right? You're not thinking of courting me, are you? I really, really don't want to get married."

Magnus blinked, momentarily stunned. A flicker of emotion passed through his eyes-something unreadable, but gone too quickly to catch. Had she not been so tipsy, she might have noticed.

"Why aren't you saying anything? Come on, speak up! If you're really trying to pursue me, I suggest you give up now. I have zero intention of getting married." Chelsea just didn't want to mislead anyone. But she was too naive. she still believed the world was full of people who respected honesty.

Magnus quickly put on a serious face. "Chelsea, you're drunk. Of course I see you as a friend."

Only then did her tense expression ease. She let out a smile and waved her hand. “I'm not drunk. I'm completely sober. Let's keep drinking!"

Without waiting for a response, she picked up another glass and knocked it back.

Magnus made no move to stop her. In fact, he wanted her to get drunk. The more she drank, the easier it would be to cross the line she'd just so clearly drawn. After all, if Chelsea remained clear-headed, how could he ever get close enough to exploit her?

Once again, Magnus gestured to the bartender to bring over more wine. "Drink a little more. It helps when you're feeling down," he said gently. Chelsea didn't suspect a thing. Glass after glass, she kept drinking. Time slipped by unnoticed.

Meanwhile, back at Chelsea's house, her parents were anxious.

"Why hasn't Chelsea come home yet?" Phoebe asked, pacing.

Kingston, too, was worried. "She said she was meeting a friend to watch an opera. It's already past eleven. She usually gets home by ten at the latest."

He pulled out his phone and called her.

The line connected, but there was no answer.

What they didn't know was that Chelsea's phone had been switched to silent mode by Magnus.

Back at Royale Club, Chelsea was visibly intoxicated. Magnus continued pouring her drinks, glass after glass. One of the bartenders, Jason, watched the scene unfold with growing unease.

He stepped aside, muttering under his breath to his colleague, "Another girl's about to get hurt. That guy Magnus is disgusting. He's always hanging around here, pulling the same stunt. It's sick.”

His coworker gave a dismissive shrug. "Maybe she's into it. Isn't Magnus some

rich heir or whatever? She probably knows what she's doing."noveldrama

Jason shook his head. "I overheard her. She told him they were just friends."

"So what? You worry too much,

man. We're not here to play savior. Just do your job." The other bartender clapped Jason on the shoulder. With that, he grabbed a tray and went off to serve another table.

But the young man named Jason couldn't stand by any longer.

He had come to the Royale Club simply to make an honest living, yet in less than half a year, he'd seen this same

troublemaker-Magnus-targeting unsuspecting women more times than he could count.

Tonight felt different. The woman didn't look like the gold-diggers Magnus usually brought around.

Jason made up his mind to step in.