As Cheryl lifted her glass, she looked at Suzanne.
Frankly speaking, she knew that this wouldn't have gone so smoothly if Suzanne hadn't acted as a go-between.
Cheryl thought about how Suzanne was still willing to help her despite how she treated her in the past. Remorse ate at Cheryl even further.
The expression on Suzanne's face was as usual. She picked up her glass of wine from the table and clinked glasses with both Marsha and Cheryl.
She had a rough idea about how Cheryl was feeling. However, she did not wish to split hairs over such a small matter.
Meanwhile, Charles was just snacking on fruits by the side, staying out of the conversation between the three women.
Marsha raised her glass and looked at Charles. She smiled and urged, "Dr. Jennings, join us."
Charles was taken aback for a brief moment. Following that, he lifted his lips and picked up his glass from the table. "Cheers."
That being said, after he inched closer to Marsha, he warned her in a voice so low that only she could hear him, "Hold back on those drinks. Mind your health."
He had refrained from commenting much about her visiting such a rowdy place. As for the alcohol, she should avoid drinking as much as she could. Taking her physical condition into consideration, she shouldn't be so stubborn.
Marsha shot him a glare when she saw how carefree he was. She harrumphed silently. Why did he have to be such a wet blanket at a time like this?
Suzanne raised a brow in surprise. When did Marsha and Charles get so close?
She remembered her last visit to Night Charm Bar being the first time they met. Was there something going on between this pair?
As Suzanne continued observing them, the grin on her face widened.
Marsha froze. Damn it, Suzanne must have misunderstood something! Deep down, she couldn't help but sigh.
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