Reid hadn't stopped pouring more and more liquor into Charlotte glass while Charlotte hadn't ceased pouring it down her throat.

Her face had become extremely red, looking very drunk and her breath smelled strongly of alcohol.

Meanwhile, by this time, a bartender had come to pour Zac’s some red wine after Ried had told him his preference.

Zac picked up the wine glass from the table and leaned back into the single sofa. He swirled it around in his hand before putting the glass under his nose and smelling it lightly. It was fragrant and elegant without strong alcohol.

“I hate her for making my life so miserable and I...