Regret Came Too Late

After all, the agreement was something Grace herself had admitted to. If she went back on it now, Simon certainly wouldn't let her off the hook.

Still, anyone who drank ten bottles of vodka would end up in the hospital.

Grace bit her lip, not even bothering to look at Ethan. She didn't need to think-he must have regretted coming to the private room by now.

She took a deep breath. If she was going to end up in the hospital, then so be it. At least she could finish the task.

She walked toward the table stacked with liquor.

The private room was spacious, measuring approximately a thousand square feet. The coffee table was nearly as tall as a person, covered with expensive bottles of alcohol.

She grabbed a bottle of high-proof vodka and was about to drink it down when she caught sight of Ethan sitting in his wheelchair. His head was lowered, as though he were deep in thought.

After finishing the bottle, a fiery pain surged in her stomach, and her cheeks flushed. She could feel the strong scent of alcohol lingering in her nostrils.

Just as she was about to open the second bottle, she saw Ethan getting ready to leave.

Her fingers curled slightly, but she opened the second bottle anyway.

Simon wasn't actually trying to get her killed here. It was clear that Grace was forcing herself, and he quickly waved his hand.

by my car. I'll come over later to

up with Ethan, concerned that he might be upset, knowing Ethan hated jokes like these

fund kids finally felt bold

have such an intense presence? The moment he walked in, it felt like some

felt the

me

the whispers around her, grabbed her bag and flashed them a

to interrupt, everyone.

embarrassed now felt a little

saying goes, you catch more flies

over to the car and waited, feeling lightheaded

Simon had caught up with Ethan and was

I was just joking around because I had too much

do

t again. Please don6et

walking, his tone calm. "I'm not mad