Female 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.
What's wrong with her? If he had amnesia, he had amnesia. He did not have amnesia yesterday. It had
been four years, and why would that matter now?
Damn! She cursed, slightly regretting her impulse just now.
"Ms. Knowles, I thought you don't drink?"
At that moment, behind her, Otis' low, ghostly voice rang out.
She only felt a chill down her spine and her scalp tingled, and by the time she turned around, a smile
had appeared on her face.
"Mr. Robertson, you were looking for me? Can I help you?"
"What? I can't come to you if I have nothing?" Otis smiled lightly, his eyes lingering greedily on her
body, "Where did you go just now? I searched around and didn't see you."
"Just a casual walk."
Joyce felt a little uncomfortable being looked at by him like this.
Otis' eyes then fell on the empty red wine glass on the table, "Ms. Knowles, it seems that you can drink.
Didn't you say you don't drink? So you don’t think someone like me deserve to have a drink with you
that night?"
"Huh. Mr. Robertson, why? I just happened to be not feeling well that day."
Joyce picked up another glass of red wine from the table and raised it in a gesture, "Since Mr.
Robertson has such a misunderstanding for that night, I will just toast to you, Mr. Robertson."
When she finished, she didn't wait for Otis to say anything.
She tilted her head again and drank it all in one go.novelbin
She put down her glass and asked, "Well, is Mr. Robertson satisfied?"
"Yeah, I am satisfied."
Otis narrowed his eyes, and his lips curled up in a sophisticated smile.
"Does Mr. Robertson have anything else? If you want to talk about business matters, you can come to
the office during working hours. If there is nothing else ..."
She raised her wrist and looked at the time, "It's late, and I should go."
"Wait." Otis held out an arm to block her, "I do have something that I would like to ask Ms. Knowles
about."