Chapter 31

Glancing at the clock, it was already past 2 AM. Wasn’t Bryant supposed to have left work with Ma

Margaret? Instead, he ended up grabbing drinks with Steven, and from what Steven implied, Margaret wasn’t there..

y out of

Calling Steven again only led to the realization his phone was dead, probably battery.

Left with no choice, I changed and hailed a cab to their usual hangout spot, a private club they often frequented.

By the time I arrived, the crowd had mostly dispersed. Only Steven and Mark remained in the private room alongside Bryant, sprawled on a couch, dressed in a designer suit, his long legs crossed, deep in slumber.

Seeing me, Steven gave me a helpless look. “Jane, I don’t know what got into Bryant today. He kept egging Mark on to drink, and we couldn’t make him stop.”

I had a hunch about what might have triggered it. Bryant was still stubbornly convinced that there was something between Mark and me.

all men might share this trait. They could mess around all they wanted, but they’d never allow

Mark, who looked refined and gentle even in his drunken state. “Mark,

eyes were hazy

cheeks flushed and eyes sparkling like a kid waiting for candy, I placed the pill in his palm and handed him a glas of water. “I’m so sorry you

me,” he lamented. “Bryant wouldn’t stop pouring, and despite

could process it all, he handed me the

“Yeah,” I said.

braced myself against the smell of alcohol and gently tapped his face.

annoyance and broke into a dazed smile upon seeing

he enveloped my hand

louder, clearly amused. See,

Chapter 31

Margaret. She’d be furious.”

the corner,

strength was surprisingly formidable, and he wouldn’t budge. So, I let it

we got Bryant into the car before

windows. I used to be indifferent to the smell of alcohol, but

night, on top of the day’s frustrations, I

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