"Vivian said you are drinking your bodyweight in alcohol. I came to see if I'll still have a wife tomorrow morning."
The haze of drunken goodness erased from her eyes. The flushed face gradually grew pale.
Primrose seem to have the ability to be sober whenever she wanted. As if the drunkenness depended on how much and how long she wished to remain drunk. The moment she let go, the haze would recede.
"And what if you didn't? Would you start finding another one?" Primrose
chuckled.
Her cryptic words were meant for herself more than to poke him. She was trying not to tease him anymore but to teach herself and reflect the reality of how it was.
"What is wrong with you?" Cassius growled lightly.
"Nothing. Aren't we going back? Let's go. I need a bath."
Two steps forward her feet took when the hand on h……
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