Chapter 541

She was the one who'd suggested having a drink in the first place.

But now, just as she was about to share a toast with Jarrod, she was blocked and had no choice but to awkwardly lift her glass. "As long as it makes you happy, Miss Aldridge."

Patricia swirled her wine, not drinking, a half-smile on her lips as she fixed her gaze on Sylvie. Her mouth said "let's drink together," but she made no move to follow through.

So it was just Sylvie, left hanging.

Sylvie saw right through it, but she understood the situation. She braced herself and drained her glass in one go.

She hadn't expected it to burn so fiercely on the way down, the heat bringing color to her cheeks. She recognized the taste—this was the infamous “Heartbreaker,” a drink notorious for knocking people off their feet.

Without missing a beat, Patricia refilled her glass.

Sylvie hesitated this time.

"What's wrong? Don't feel like drinking anymore?” Patricia taunted.

lips together, embarrassed and acutely aware

to; never before had she been treated like some party girl, pressured to drink for everyone's

turned his head toward them, his tone unhurried but firm. "Miss Aldridge, I think

sport. This is just how women bond, Mr. Silverstein.

turned, patting Jarrod gently on the arm. "It's alright, Jarrod. I can

managed a smile, trying to look braver than

her

glass,

her another. And another. And another. Three more rounds,

their

she was a handful, more trouble than she was worth. Ruthless

her brother, shot her a glance, though the siblings hadn't exchanged

new. Elodie sniffed it-white grape juice, sweet with a tart edge that left a strange aftertaste.

for Sylvie being singled out by Patricia, what puzzled Elodie most was that Jarrod hadn't put his foot down. If he had,

Jarrod's eyes on her from across the room. He lounged in his seat, one eyebrow lifted, as if

looked away, frowning

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