She stood frozen in a moment of confusion, her mind trying to comprehend what Clayton had just said.
For a fleeting moment, it occurred to her that he might be feeling jealous of any man becoming close to her. However, she immediately dismissed such ridiculous thoughts. There was no reason for him to feel that way. In fact, Clayton had made it clear ever since they were kids that he disliked her. In his own words, she was just a “cheap replacement for the original one.”
“You’ve been drinking, haven’t you?” she whispered, gently pushing him away until he finally released her from his embrace.
Clayton raised his hands in defeat. “I had a bit too much,” he admitted, to her surprise. “But I'm not that drunk. I can still drive you home.”
Olivia sighed in concern. She almost launched into a
