Sir Ares, Goodnight

As in thoroughly, utterly drunk.

He remained silent and stoic as Josephine continued to hammer at his chest.

Exhausted and dry of tears, Josephine dropped onto the floor and stared blankly into space.

"Josie!" Zayne called out to her again and again, his voice thick with hurt.

However, Josephine only fetched out a strip of doublesided tape to shut his mouth.

Then, she stood by the headboard. She stared down at Zayne Severe like a predator who had caught sight of its prey.

"Zayne Severe, you b*stard," she spat out.

"You ruined my life. I can't fall in love again anymore because you've spoiled me for everyone else. What am I supposed to do now?"

Josephine turned around, feeling more despondent the more she droned on. Pulling another bottle from the wine cabinet, she opened it and chugged directly from it.

Without realizing it, Josephine's life had intertwined too deeply with alcohol.

countless lonely

insomnia. Slowly but surely, Josephine had turned into an

alcohol would chase away the indignance she was feeling. Alas, her indignance only grew, turning

to the bed, a dangerous glint that came from her irritation flashed

then tore off Zayne's

chaos that was her train

at the messy room,

grave mistake by sleeping with

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cleaned up the evidence of her crime. Last but not least, she sprayed on her favorite perfume...

thumped loudly in her ears despite having gotten rid of every smidgen

could she do such an

thought of the Severe's gentle

head. She wanted nothing more than to tug them out strand by strand, shifting the pain

up with a way to repent-she would keep it

entire night away. When he blinked his eyes open, Zayne frowned at his headache-a sign that he was