Rebirth In Divorce: My New Mr. Perfect by Henry Foster

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"No, but you need to understand the difference between the mastermind and the accomplice. It's more than just a question of sentencing." Yasmine said gravely. "Fine. I'll tell!" Yvette shouted.

"Tell me, I'll investigate the rest myself," Yasmine assured her.

Yvette closed her eyes, her shoulders trembling. "It's Irene, it's her!"

"So, Helen was the first scapegoat, and you're the second?" Yasmine thought there was more to the story. Indeed, just a simple question revealed the truth. Yvette nodded, "That's probably right," she nodded again.

Lately, Chuck had been feeling uneasy, perhaps because of Lucy or maybe because of the questions he couldn't answer. He entered the Dawn Bar, the place where he and Lucy strangely met. These past few days, he'd been frequenting that bar, driven by an inexplicable obsession.

But tonight, when he walked in, he instinctively glanced towards the corner and actually saw someone-it was Lucy. His heart raced as he approached. There was a bottle of wine in front of her, which seemed barely touched. Seeing him, Lucy looked up in confusion. "Don't drink," Chuck took the glass from her hand. He couldn't quite define how he felt, he just knew he had to do it, so he did.

Lucy stared at him in shock and asked, "Chuck, what are you doing?"

"Don't drink," Chuck said in a deep voice, his eyes reflecting a profound silence.

Lucy, a bit confused, snatched the wine glass from his hand and snapped, "What's it to you!" She gave Chuck a push, for the person she least wanted to see today was Chuck, yet here he was.

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are you drinking?" Chuck's eyes were

to do, go ahead and get busy. If you want to party and drink, then just go ahead, but don't bother me." Lucy frowned slightly, this

talk." Chuck said in a low, serious

swig. She really didn't know what else

waiter. He opened it and, mimicking her, took a long drink straight from the bottle. Taking a

of red wine in his hand, momentarily stunned., "Crazy." Even though this type of red wine wasn't very strong, drinking a whole bottle was not going to feel good, especially without sobering up first. She could

from his hands. She'd already drunk more than half and was feeling the consequences of drinking too fast. She was barely able to stand, using the table for support. Meanwhile, Chuck was slouched on the sofa, his cheeks flush

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help but want to laugh. Under the sparkling, colorful lights, she looked

was niomentarily stunned, "Wow, Lucy,

Lucy

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Lucy wasn't doing any better than Chuck. Both were pretty wasted, but Chuck retained a sliver of reason. He managed to call a car, give his home address and promptly passed out. When the driver woke them up, Chuck came to and realized that Lucy was still groggy. Unsteadily, he helped

to feel an arm crawl up his chest. It was Lucy's arm. Gently, he tried to place it back, but each time he did, it found its way back. After several

onto Chuck; her face nestled into his shoulder and neck. Her warm breath tickled his neck, making him feel itchy. Unable to resist the urge within him, he finally hugged Lucy tightly. Lucy