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.

and acutely aware of being put on

before had she been

tone unhurried

batted her lashes at him. "But Ms. Fielding is enjoying herself and being such a good sport. This is just how women bond, Mr. Silverstein. Maybe you should stay out of it. The more

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

smile, trying to look braver

at her but let it

the refilled glass,

another. And another. Three more rounds, back

their heads

she was a handful, more trouble than she was worth. Ruthless and willful-crossing her

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

middle of it all, Patricia found time to offer Elodie a glass of something new. Elodie sniffed it-white grape juice, sweet with a tart edge that left a strange aftertaste.

Sylvie being singled out by Patricia, what puzzled Elodie most was that Jarrod hadn't put

found Jarrod's eyes on her from across the room.

looked away, frowning

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