Female Novel
Chapter 35
"What if I don't apologize?" I suppressed my anger and looked at him. We stared each other down, but
I was unafraid of his cold glare.
He knitted his brows, his thin lips tightly pursed, and his cold aura permeated into the air. "It seems that
Monique's bar is quite peaceful lately, huh?"
I was shocked to hear this. He threatened me. I couldn't believe this man was using such despicable
means to make me apologize to Andrea.
I looked up at him and saw that his jaw was clenched tightly. My eyes ran over the dark stubble on his
jaw, finding it very unruly and seductive.
However, at that moment, I had no intention of admiring his face as my heart was flooded with
coldness. After a while, I said, "Fine. I'll apologize!"
I broke away from his grasp and walked to Andrea. Suppressing my burning fury, I looked at her and
uttered, "I'm sorry."
Andrea appeared pitiful and helpless as if I had bullied her for real.
Austin must've felt idle. When he saw me apologize, he mocked disdainfully, "Do you think it's enough
to just say sorry after hitting someone? If that's the case, anyone can simply apologize after killing
someone. What's the law for then?"
F*ck!
I really couldn't stand it anymore. I turned to him and asked indifferently, "What else do you want?"
He crossed his arms and replied matter-of-factly, "We have a rule here. Whoever does something
wrong must apologize sincerely by drinking as many rounds until the others are satisfied."
F*ck you!
How could that be considered as an apology?
"Austin, stop messing around!" Josiah, who had been watching the scene at the side, scolded. His
frown deepened a little.
Austin did not look at him. Instead, he gazed at Hendrix and asked, "Hendrix, what do you think?"
Hendrix narrowed his eyes and glanced at me with a frown. He then stared at Andrea for a fewnovelbin
moments and asked, "What do you think?"
Andrea lowered her head slightly. Although her voice was very soft, everyone could hear her say, "She
is your wife, after all. You can do whatever you want, Hendrix."
What a b*tch.
I held my breath, looked at Austin and asked, "Tell me then, where do you want to drink?"
Josiah walked up to me and creased his forehead, "Do you want to die?"
I knew what he meant. There was still a small life in my belly, so I should be careful. If I had a round of
drinks, undesirable consequences would befall my child.
Afraid that Josiah would mess up his plan, Austin told him reproachfully, "Mind your own business,
Josiah!" Afterwards, he glanced at me and urged, "Let's go, Miss Reid."
Soon after, we came to the private room which they had booked in advance.
Clearly. Austin wanted me over the edge. He ordered ten bottles of whiskey and two cartons of beer.
He looked at me and taunted, "Miss Reid, will you be able to handle it?"
I snickered, wanting to laugh at his question. Was that a challenge?
Austin proceeded to ask for ten glasses and filled them to the brink. He explained, "The rule of the
game allows you to ask for help. You can pick anyone here, but it's up to them if they want to drink for
you. If they don't, you have to finish all these by yourself!"
I frowned as I looked at the glasses on the table. Subconsciously, I placed a hand on my lower
abdomen and prayed silently, "Stay strong, Baby!"
Then, I downed an entire glass. However, my stomach began to churn after only a few mouthfuls.
I gagged out of disgust. I couldn't hold it in. I ran to the bathroom and threw up in the toilet bowl.
Josiah, who had followed behind me, patted my back and suggested, "You should plead with Hendrix.
You're his wife, he won't stand idly by and let Austin mess with you."
I sneered and thought to myself, "I'm not Andrea, I'm not able to make men obey me with a few drops
of tears."
Without replying to him, I asked, "Is there any medicine that can help reduce the damage to the fetus?"