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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.

is still your wife, Hendrix. You know how weak she is right now. It'll be too late for you to regret

was already starting to feel a little dizzy. At that moment, my heart was overflowing with anger and injustice. I pushed Josiah away and

force, then I was

rest." After that, Hendrix finished off the rest of the glasses. Andrea watched as he did so, and her eyes

over again. I couldn't escape Hendrix's hold on

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

like she

at Hendrix with a complicated expression and opened his mouth. For a while, he didn't know what to say. Eventually, he left with Andrea. 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

didn't know how Josiah had

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

nodded, beads of sweat precipitated on

car and said, "Endure it for a while, we're going to the

sweat. I grabbed him hastily, peered into his dark eyes, and shook my head. "Send

I quickly clarified, "He was the one who helped me recuperate after the operation. He knows what to