My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

Elizabeth hurriedly answered the phone.

"Where are you?"

Jorge's anxious voice sounded from the other end of the line.

"Why aren't you home yet? I've been waiting for you for half an hour!"

"I'm having dinner with my friends at the Riverside Restaurant.I'll be back later,"

Elizabeth explained with along face.

"What the hell are you talking about? Friends? What friends? Come up with a better lie, Elizabeth! Tell me—are you with another man?"

Jorge's voice was so loud and his words so aggressive that everyone at the table could hear him through the phone.

"You're crazy!"

Elizabeth didn't want to waste her breath on him, so she hung up the phone angrily and downed yet another glass of wine.By then, she had finished almost a whole bottle of red wine by herself.

that she'd get drunk, Janet

first before

turned a deaf ear to

but to turn to Draco for help.Draco usually didn't like to meddle in other people's private affairs, but he couldn't resist Janet's pleading look.So he stopped

enough.Getting drunk will solve

scolded anyone like this before.иσνєℓєвσσк.¢σмApart from being serious at work, he was gentle in private and had a good temper.Elizabeth obediently stopped, but it was probably too late.Her cheeks were flushed and she seemed to have trouble

have an appetite.She sat quietly as Draco and

gate of the restaurant after dinner.She was worried about Elizabeth, so she wanted to

take Elizabeth home and then go home alone.It seemed that Draco could

go

insist on

"Thank you, Mr.Wesley.You, too."

and approached to take Elizabeth over

drunk that she couldn't

just as Draco came close,

think there was anything