Beyond the Divorce by Third Blossom

Chapter 493 Drunk with a Clear Mind i Alarmed, I pounded on the door forcefully. "Lauren, open up! I know you're in there! It's me, Chloe!" I'pounded for an eternity and finally heard some shuffling from inside. breathed a sigh of relief.

"Lauren, it's me, Chlo. Please open the door, okay?" Finally, the door clicked open. I was flooded with relief and quickly pushed the door open. What I saw inside made me gasp.

As the door swung open, I found Lauren lying on the floor, looking disheveled and far from herself.

"Lauren!" I rushed in and lifted her,

Wr 719 BONUS gently brushing away the tangled mess of hair on her face, "Lauren, what have you done? Lauren..." he My hand stroked her cheek, but the room was heavy with the odor of alcohol, making it difficult to breathe. I set her down and rushed to open all the windows. Then I hurried back to hold her.

Not letting Carol stay was a mistake. I quickly pulled out my phone, intending to call Carol and ask her to return. I was worried about Lauren in this state.

However, she clumsily swatted my phone away. "No... don't!" "Lauren, what are you doing? If something's bothering you, you should've called me. Why keep everything to yourself? Aren't I your

friend?" I yelled in frustration, Despite Lauren's slender frame, I couldn't budge her. - She was completely wasted. This explained why it took her so long to open the door.

It appeared that her mind was still present despite the alcohol. Otherwise, she wouldn't have heard me calling.

and collapsed on the floor out of exhaustion. There were bottles of alcohol everywhere I looked. I didn't know how much she

towel while she struggled to stop me. She must have thought I

face was pale, and her breath reeked of

should have checked on her after the banquet ended, but I assumed she would be busy at the Hansen residence. I'went to the kitchen to make a bowl of hangover soup. It was something to fill her stomach. I was sure she hadn't eaten anything the past

I felt a sharp pang in my heart. What was the point of all this? Love was supposed to be a source of joy, not torment. It reminded

was in a cast.

I saw Atlas having a meal with

having Atlas

and care I poured into him, only for him to move on without looking

self-conscious? At that time, t thought Atlas and I would never be together. That was when I

knew that this love wasn't

when I was with Matthew, it was a constant struggle. It

and schemes

and

for Atlas, it was a rollercoaster of ups and downs. I thought it