The sudden proximity made her subconsciously resist. Beryl pulled away but was unable to free herself. She lost her former imposing manner of stopping Marcellus from drinking and began to appear somewhat timid.
"What are you doing..."
"Little girl, do you know how strong this drink is?" Zane deliberately lowered his voice.
Beryl only saw his lips moving but couldn't hear clearly, she asked subconsciously, "What did you say?"
Seemingly waiting for her to ask this, Zane leaned closer, his lips almost touching her cheek, "I said, this drink is quite strong. You've gulped down so much; you'll be drunk soon."
The man's hot breath sprayed on her ear, causing Beryl to immediately get goosebumps all over. She tried to lean back to avoid him, but he forcibly held her, leaving her no room to escape.
Beryl knew she was drunk without him telling her. Not even five minutes had passed since she finished the drink, her cheeks were already burning and her head was spinning. She believed she would start talking nonsense soon.
But...
Beryl looked at the person sitting motionlessly on the couch. Sensing her gaze, the woman beside him intentionally leaned against him, rubbing her chest and waist against his chest. He, being rubbed against, did not show any signs of resistance.
Beryl's eyelashes trembled slightly, watching their intimate display, she was suddenly reminded of the celebrity she had seen at Marcellus's home.
All the talk of liking and love was a lie, weren't they all just cavorting here every night, with beauty in their arms and endless revelry?
She had been feeling guilty since last night, and here he was, not even lifting a finger and there were people throwing themselves at him, how wonderful for him.
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