Chapter 9

"Is anyone else inside?"

Rosalie was very worried that Cynthia was there. If they bumped into each other, it would be awkward.

Caleb frowned. "Who do you think would be inside?"

Rosalie pursed her lips. "Never mind."

Caleb gave her a cold glance and walked in. As soon as Rosalie

entered, a strong smell of alcohol hit her.

Theodore was lying on a windowsill not far away. He had one leg hanging over the edge, almost falling out, and there were all sorts of bottles and broken glasses on the floor! "How did you get all the way there?!" Caleb exclaimed.

He rushed over and pulled Throdore's dangling leg off the windowsill, then pushed his friend into the room, fearing he would fall and get

hurt.

Caleb turned his head and looked at Rosalie, who was in a daze.

"Why are you just standing there? Come over here and help me!"

"Oh...!"

bag and ran over

completely drunk man was frowning deeply and breathing heavily. With his pale face, he truly resembled

his disheveled appearance

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but rather, added a touch

hot. She was unsure if it was from drinking too much or because he had a

That woman had already returned, right? Why the

You actually let him

at himself. "Are you serious? You're his wife! Your husband was the one who didn't go home and got wasted outside. Why didn't you stop

"I..." Rosalie trailed off.

Cynthia. He was probably happy,

Are you saying your husband was out with another

something?!" Caleb roared.

pain in her heart. "So, I can't say

this state! It's all because

me? You're wrong,

marrying you, he hasn't

drinking with his buddies,

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time, wanting to go

good he is to you? Even if you don't, we aren't blind!

a deep breath and placed his hands on his hips. "Go on, tell me! What kind of devil out there has

at

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