Chapter 1729

Dior only grew irate the more she thought of what went down with Harry and Sonia. She gripped the beer bottle and drank mouthfuls of the content.

Dior, with a face stained with tears, made a pitiable sight, and Charmine accompanied her in silence.

Charmine admired Dior.

Dior, at least, could cry out her heartbreak and vent everything out. Her heartbreak, on the other hand, was silent.

Dior cried, drank, and cursed the 'douche' the entire night.

A few bottles in, Dior clenched her fists and laid her head on the table, facedown. Her eyes were shut, but her mouth remained open as she mumbled," Jerk. I'll be waiting for the day you cry!"

Charmine was half-drunk, but she was relatively sober regardless. Hearing Dior's small rants, her red lips curled into a chilling smile.

She leaned on the chair as she cast her intoxicated gaze toward the moon, squinting as she did. She lifted her bottle and raised a toast to the moon before she continued to drink.

A long while later, she was almost drunk. She bit open the last bottle and emptied it.

With her last sense of sobriety, she helped her inside

the next morning, Charmine woke up with a migraine. Upon noticing Dior before her, she recalled what

an impassive expression, she massaged her temples and stretched her arms as if nothing happened. She walked out of the house

the kitchen and made breakfast, which aroused Dior from her slumber with the

sat up, however, her head buzzed loudly

pillow

stiff neck and walked out of the house to the yard, noticing Charmine making breakfast

reeled back. Charmine recovered that

hand, felt no interest in anything whatsoever; all she wanted to do was vent out

into

she turned to ask,

walked up to her and said, "Charmine, Anthony is marrying another woman. Don't you

all as she said calmly, "Falling out of love

instantly nodded. "Yeah, men are

then.

to work on breakfast. All she wanted was to busy

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