Chapter 1100

In the end, Jonathan could only sigh under his breath as he watched Lucian open another bottle.

Forget it. The reason behind how disheartened Lucian is right now must be related to what I said earlier. In that case, I guess I’ll just sacrifice my liver and drink with him.

Jonathan gave up and started drinking alongside Lucian.

Perhaps he was affected by Lucian’s mood, for Jonathan found himself feeling gloomy as well.

In the blink of an eye, the two of them finished all the wine on the table.

Lucian took out his phone while drawing his brows together tightly from the pain of his headache.

He had not driven to the club, so he needed someone to send him back.

Perhaps he had drunk too much. He had nearly tapped on Roxanne’s name out of instinct when he unlocked his phone.

Lucian’s frown deepened, and he hovered his finger above the name for a long while.

he was about to tap on it, Jonathan’s slurring voice rang out in

can’t

was dead drunk by then. He was lifting an empty wineglass and mumbling away in Lucian’s direction in a

Lucian still had a shred

he heard his voice, he snapped back to his senses and looked at the name beneath his finger. After a long moment of hesitation,

with

seemed like eons, Lucian’s gaze landed on

in the end, he tapped on her

moment, Aubree was having dinner

the Farwell residence, she had been swallowing her anger. All she

the two were chatting, Aubree’s phone

of her angry rant, so she impatiently lowered her head

caller ID, she halted her

the matter? Who is it?”

picked up the call by then. “Lucian, it’s late. Is

her after finding out that she had been there in the afternoon.

the moment? I drank a little. If it’s convenient for you, come and pick

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This is unbelievable. How can he even trust that psycho? This is why I stopped reading this bs

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