The Abandoned Wife

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.

deepened, and he hovered his finger above the name for a

it,

I

was lifting an empty

him, 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, he scrolled it away. Since I've decided to cut ties with her,

seemed like eons, Lucian's gaze

end, he tapped

Aubree was having dinner with

Aubree left the Farwell residence, she had been swallowing her anger. All she could do was invite

were chatting, Aubree's

the peak of her angry rant, so she impatiently lowered her head to glance

the caller ID,

matter? Who is it?" Frieda

up the call by then. "Lucian,

Lucian had returned to the manor and was calling her after finding out that she had been there in the

drunk as he said, "Are you free at the moment? I drank a little. If it's convenient for you, come and pick me up." Aubree's eyes lit up, and the irritation that had been plaguing her since the afternoon dissipated.