Chapter 438
John did not say a word. He just let Zac carry him while he continued to drink wine.
Zac smashed the bottle to the floor and yelled, “Drink. All you know is drink. Why don’t you kill yourself by drinking?”
After some time, John finally hoarsely shouted, “Wine!”
Seeing him like this, Zac had mixed feelings. He let go of him and dropped him to the ground.
Then he turned around and ran into the bathroom. He poured a bucket of water all over John and threw the bucket out.
*John, are you awake?
“Do you know how loathsome it is to realize your true feelings until it’s too late?
“Do you think Liv will forgive you for behaving like this?”
John looked blankly at him, wiped the water off his face, and grinned like a lunatic.
Zac frowned, turned his head around, and commanded, “Wilbur, get me a bucket of ice water.”
“Okay.”
Wilbur soon came in with a bucket of water full of ice.
Without thinking twice, Zac grabbed the bucket and poured the water all over John’s head, chilling him. from head to toe.
The piercing iciness made John shiver, and his lifeless eyes changed a little.
Zac handed the bucket to Wilbur. “Again.”
Five buckets were poured over him. John, pale as a ghost, sat shivering in the puddle.
“Are you awake? If you’re not, I’ll keep pouring till you do.”
Suddenly, John looked up blankly at him with his dark eyes. Trembling, he asked, “Did she mention me the last time you saw her in prison?”
Zac paused for a moment before shaking his head. “No.”
John’s pupils dilated. He shivered as he got up from the floor. His lips were pale and bloodless, his eyes
cold.
“Really? Not even a word?”
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