My beloved wife

Rita tried not to let Nora notice it that she was stimulated by pain when she was still not drunk to the pulp. Every time she almost passed out, she pinched the inner part of her thigh. The piece of skin was the most painful place and also had the most irritating nerve.

She pinched herself again and again. Soon, some blood marks were left on her white, delicate thighs. Her eyes were full of tears, and her mind was in a mess. Nora was unable to hold on when she was pouring the wine into her mouth. She couldn't stand it anymore so she spit it out.

With one hand on the table and the eyes staring at her coldly, Rita said, "You lost, Nora."

Nora vomited all over the table and the stinky smell filled the air. Nina stumbled back from the bathroom. When she saw the full table of bottles, she was shocked. "Riri!"

Rita couldn't hold on any more. If it wasn't for her strong will, she would have died for thousand times.

When Nina saw the terrible situation, she gave a heavy slap on Frank and woke him up. "Hey!"

Frank rubbed his eyes and was almost scared to death by the scene that Nora was half dead and weak on the ground, muttering, "What the hell is happening here?"

"Miss. Nora! Miss Nora!" Yvonne dragged Nora and called her security immediately.

Rita was so uncomfortable that she couldn't say a word. She ran to the washroom and vomited.

Nina hurried to follow her. Rita seemed to have vomited so badly.

with Nora?" Nina couldn't believe that Rita, who seldom drank, should defeat Nora to the

feel very uncomfortable

send you back!" When they walked out of the washroom arm in arm, Rita covered her stomach and was afraid that she had a terrible stomachache. Nina asked, "Do you need

"I'm okay."

out by her bodyguards, and Rita fell on the

said with shock, "Oh, my God. You two women drank so much?

Displeased, Nina continued, "If you weren't asleep, there wouldn't be

fall asleep, did you? Why don't you take care of her?

a corner, with her hands covering her stomach, and her whole body full of the smell of alcohol, and her tears running. She was both distressed and angry. "Damn it! The bitch Nora!

immediately asked the waiter to bring her the

of the

gust of wind. Rita was

sofa, drunk, Aaron was

that Aaron was going to get mad, Frank raised his hand in surrender at once. "I swear

he had no time to quarrel with Frank. He carried Rita up from the sofa and walked out.

arm and consoled, "Don't worry. Mr. Aaron is with