Wrong marriage and sweet love (Joyce and Luther) novel Chapter 875

It's time. It's time to go.

Meanwhile, Joyce had returned to the ballroom.

Her mind was a bit foggy and her feet were a bit wobbly.

Reaching up, she rubbed her temples to ease the headache.

Hell, it had been so long, and why was she still thinking about these things. She should have forgot it all a long time ago, shouldn’t she?

She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down.

But it didn't work half as well.

She still felt stuffy in her chest.

On the dining table, glasses of red wine were neatly and orderly arranged, and those tall glasses were filled with the crimson liquid, glistening with a crystal luster.

Earlier, she had a glass of red wine in her hand, just for show, and did not really drink it.

She was not so good at drinking and might get drunk after one drink.

She knew it herself.

But at this moment, she suddenly had an inexplicable urge to have a drink.

She seemed to need some external force to stimulate her nerves.

Her hand then did what her mind thought.

She picked up a whole glass of red wine, not to sip it, but to drink it in one go.

The wines provided for tonight's birthday party were all pretty expensive. It tasted slightly astringent, yet smooth. It chilled along her throat and ran all the way into her belly.

As she was drinking, at first, she did not feel anything.

Not to mention relieving her upset emotions, it could not even quench her thirst.

She put down her glass of wine with some chagrin in her heart.