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He nodded and answered, "Yes, but medicine is still a drug nonetheless. It's more or less harmful."

"It's okay. Please send it to me later."

I left the washroom and returned to the private room. Austin had picked a few songs on the large screen to sing along. When he saw me returning, he narrowed his eyes at me and mocked, "What happened? Can't you even handle one glass?"

I ignored him and glanced at the table. Apart from the one that I had drunk, all the other glasses remained unmoved on the table as before.

Hendrix and Andrea sat close next to each other. She said something to him and he nodded slightly.

When his gaze landed on me, his eyes darkened and he looked away indifferently.

My heart sank. I walked to the table and said to Austin, "I hope you won't go back on your words, Mr. Shelley."

After saying that, I downed a glass full of alcohol. I forcibly suppressed the strong sense of nausea and downed another few glasses. I was never good at handling alcohol in the first place. When I reached my third glass, my lower abdomen ached faintly. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the (ꜰind)ɴʘvel.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality.

my hand that was holding a glass and turned to Hendrix, saying, "She is still your wife, Hendrix. You know how weak she is right now. It'll be too late for you to regret if something

little dizzy. At that moment, my heart was overflowing with anger and injustice. I pushed Josiah away and

a powerful force, then I was pulled into a familiar embrace. Austin looked at

off the rest of the

sick and gagged over and over again. I couldn't escape Hendrix's hold on me, thus I held

how much Hendrix had drunk. Andrea stood up suddenly, looked at Austin and

she was irritated

Josiah was the only one left. He snatched the glass from Hendrix's hand and ordered, "If you don't want anything bad to happen to her, take her home quickly!"

out of the nightclub. I was slightly light-headed. I didn't know how Josiah had left. When Hendrix

my lower abdomen. Seeing this, Hendrix frowned again and placed his palm on my lower

sweat

said, "Endure it for a while, we're

was so shocked that I broke out in a cold sweat. I grabbed him hastily, peered into his dark eyes, and shook my head. "Send me back to the villa and let Doctor Saunders treat me. He has the medicine." Hendrix frowned

might suspect something, I quickly clarified, "He was the one who helped me recuperate after the