At that ti, I must have looked pretty hyped up. An outsider might’ve thought I’d just hit the lottery. My thoughts were flickering like a faulty light bulb. Damon’s face in front of started to blur, like a double exposure picture. I glanced around. Not just Damon, everyone in the room seed distorted to my eyes. "Eliana, let take you ho!" Clara rushed over to support . I was probably the booziest of the lot, because I kept choosing to drink while others chose to obey the rules. Fearful that I’d continue my argunt with Damon, Sofia and Clara propped up like two bodyguards and said, "Eliana, let’s head ho!" I staggered free from their grip and lunged at Cooper, "No way! Truth or Dare isn’t over..." Even though I was drunk, I always rembered that I was going to embarrass Damon. Seeing , Cooper was scared to death. He tried to clamber onto Mitch, who held on to him for dear life. Seeing this, Jones stood up to intercept . He grabbed my arm and whispered, "Let’s go ho and get so sleep." "Jones, why are you so an?" I narrowed my eyes at him, "You’ve been picking on during the ga. Just you wait, I’ll report you to the hospital tomorrow, say you’re abusing patients. I’ll make sure you can’t practice dicine anymore, you’ll have to go ho and take over the family business..." "Alright," Jones said, a mix of helplessness and amusent. "Incompetent doctor! Incompetent doctor!!" I shouted. I used to drink alone at ho, sotis getting drunk and shouting, but back then, I was alone, no one was there to hear .
Just as I was about to continue slandering Jones, I felt myself tilt. A strong hand wrapped tightly around my waist, then hoisted onto his shoulder. Feeling dizzy, I almost barfed. Damon’s hand moved from my waist to my thigh, preventing from falling off his shoulder. At the sa ti, he warned , "If you dare to vomit on , you’re dead."
Everyone was watching Damon’s action, especially Mitch and Cooper. Their mouths were wide open in surprise. As I was carried out of the room, I glanced at them through my blurry vision. They must be wondering, why would Damon carry off? I was just his wife in na, easily replaceable. Luna once told that if I hung myself at ho one day, Damon might think I was just playing on a swing. anger, his faint possessiveness, shouldn’t be directed at . As we were going, I thought That’s down the stairs, I thought I saw the room door opening again. Jones ca out, his gaze focused on Damon and . be safely in Damon’s car by now, but soone blocked our way. bro, is this your new friend you picked up tonight? She looks nice! I’ve got one too. Wanna swap and try?" a man said with a disgusting tone. when a woman is alone, she should never drink too much in public. Who knows if so sleazy guy might take advantage of her? sudden jolt, then heard Damon cursing, "Are you fucking tired of living? Do you want to die?" The next second, I was set down on a nearby sofa. I tried to keep my eyes open to see what was going on. Damon, ablaze with anger, grabbed the collar of the man he’d knocked to the ground and punched him hard. In such a noisy place, I could still hear flesh being pounded. Soone called over the manager of Cielo Nocturno. He tried to intervene, but upon seeing Damon’s face, he didn’t dare to utter a word. He stood next to , whispering to a waiter, "Call an ambulance!" The waiter imdiately called an ambulance. The man on the ground was now a bruised and bloody ss. I wanted to plead with Damon to stop, but ended up vomiting instead. Hearing my retching, Damon ceased his assault. He gave the manager a cold look, "Let your boss handle this." "Yes, yes, yes," the manager quickly nodded. Damon walked over to the sofa. This ti, he didn’t hoist up, but picked up in his arms and left Cielo Nocturno under the watchful eyes of everyone. By the ti we reached his car, I had already dozed off in Damon’s arms. I thought Damon would take back to Starlight Court, but when I woke up, I found myself in a place that was obviously different from Starlight Court, yet not exactly like a hotel. Where am I? I wandered around the room, then went out to the balcony to take a look. The river not far away was shimring. The trees on both sides were covered in snow, looking incredibly beautiful yet icy cold. I think I know where this is. Silver Estates. The most expensive apartnt complex in the city. This must be one of Damon’s properties. Why did he bring here? I couldn’t even co here before, but now he has brought here willingly. What puzzled most was that Ariel was housed here during my past life. This was where Ariel and Damon officially got together. I rember back then, I went through a lot of trouble to locate Ariel. I tried to barge in here to find her, but was chased away by Damon’s bodyguards. It was eerily quiet. I left the bedroom and toured the entire apartnt, but there was no sign of Damon. There were so photos on the living room table. I walked over and took a look, my face drained of all color. I heard the living room door being pushed open. Damon stood at the entrance. Seeing in the living room, he said in an indifferent tone, "You’re awake" "What are these?" I picked up the photos, my emotions flaring, "Where did you get these? Damon, this is cruel? The photos in my hand were intimate shots of my father and Monica.
As I expected, in this life, Damon had collected so damaging information about my father. Perfect timing as we were discussing divorce. If he used these photos to threaten into leaving with nothing, I might have no choice but to agree. I’ve got my ways, of course. Any problem with that? Damon closed the door, tossed his car keys aside, and casually plopped down on the sofa, looking at calmly "Why the hell are you doing this?" I blurted out in anger, "What on earth did my family do to tick you off?"
In the past, I got why he ssed with my family- I was dead set against divorce. But now, I have got no beef with him, and I even agreed to the divorce. He had no reason to go behind my back. Damon furrowed his brows, his eyes sharp, "Are you still drunk?"
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