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.

hovered his finger above the

it, Jonathan's slurring

I... I can't drink

drunk by then. He was lifting an empty wineglass and mumbling

still had a shred

to his senses and looked at the name beneath his finger. After a long moment of hesitation, he scrolled it away. Since I've

seemed like eons, Lucian's gaze landed on

the end, he tapped

moment, Aubree was having dinner

the Farwell residence, she had been swallowing her anger. All she could do

were chatting, Aubree's phone

was right at the peak of her angry rant, so she impatiently lowered her

the caller ID, she halted her

matter? Who is

picked up the call by then. "Lucian, it's late. Is something the

manor and was calling her after finding out

it's convenient for you, come and