Be Eaten Up with Love

I gloomily looked at his back and felt jealous.

Originally, It was such woman who could stand beside him and match with him.

She was so elegant, generous and smart. It was true that he was going to marry a noble woman after he owned the status.

She was such a well-educated, beautiful woman with good quality who was totally different from me.

The world was so realistic that some were meant to be loved by parents, to get the best resources after born.

She was held in the palm to grow up. She was born superior to others. She didn’t worry about eating and wearing since childhood. She lived in a villa, drove luxury cars, dressed brand clothes. She grew up and studied broad, then return homeland to find a man with equal status. Then she wouldn’t worry for the whole life.

I felt sense of inability for being oppressed by fate. I suddenly wanted to fight. I would force Wayne to have no other way but marry me either by schemes or tricks.

Such idea rooted inside my heart as soon as it was produced. It incited me like a drug addiction to have a bond with Wayne.

I went back the room with the sense of loss. I drank one bottle of beer then a half of the second bottle.

“Lydia, what’s wrong with you? Are you stimulated by the wind?” Merlin confusedly looked at me after vomiting in the toilet.

“I am thirsty. Can’t drink for

course you can. If they aren’t enough, I will ask for two

“......”

various game rounds. Soon, I drank too

in the toilet, I staggered to

suddenly opened, and after steady footsteps, there was familiar voice

“Mr. Gilbert, take

“Hum.”

My body froze suddenly, and my hands trembled. Then I turned around

Wayne stood at the door surrounded by a crowd. When he raised his head and noticed me from the corner of his eyes. His calm face suddenly changed and looked unbelievable.

are you here?” While he frowned, he stared at me with deep

here, why not me?”

people brave. I

my hands and actively as well as bravely kissed his

how drunk you

I was suddenly in good mood!

like a state magistrate who sets fire himself but doesn’t allow the citizens to light candles. If you can bring a beauty to have

aroma was mixed among the

head and stood on my toes