His Real Wedded Bride novel Chapter 1048

Holley's clothes had nearly been stripped off, which exposed her snowy white skin. Seeing her indecent self-indulgence, Sheryl furrowed her brows.

"Holley," she called and offered to help her up. But Holley was ungrateful to Sheryl's help. She immediately shook her hand off and said in a sardonic voice, "Well, if it isn't Sheryl. Why are you here?"

"Don't be silly, Holley," Sheryl responded as she offered to help her up again.

But Holley refused one more time. "Who do you think you are? Do you think you are qualified to discipline me?" she exclaimed. "Stop acting like a good person. I'm telling you, I will never be grateful to you at all."

"I don't care whether you show me gratitude or not.

You are drunk. Let me take you home." Sheryl approached Holley and pulled her hand, but she continued to shake it off. She was about to give Holley a lecture when a man held her hand behind her back.

Sheryl lost her footing and ended up drawn to the man's side.

The man must have also been drunk as he looked at Sheryl flirtatiously. He could hardly wait to hold Sheryl's hand. "Since you're already here, why are you in such a hurry?" he remarked, his amorous eyes fixed on her.

"I didn't expect that Holley's friend would look so pretty. Don't worry. As long as you entertain me well tonight, I will do any favors for you."

"Oliver, dear Oliver," Holley addressed the man in a mincing voice.

She pressed her body against him and continued, "I know that Oliver is the finest man for me. Let's toast!" "I don't want to toast. You should know what I truly want by now."

He looked down at her bosom with a strong implication. "Oliver." Holley tried to hold back her disgust and faked her fondness towards him.

"You already have a beautiful woman standing beside you now, have you forgotten?" With this reminder, Oliver thought of Sheryl and glanced at her with desire. "What's your name, my cracker?" He tried to put his hand on Sheryl's waist but she shook it off with great strength.

She then looked at Holley with cold eyes. "Holley, I will ask you one last time, are you coming or not?"

"Don't you think you are so noisy?" Holley sounded irritated.

She looked at Sheryl and complained impatiently, "Can't you see that I'm drinking with my guests? You can leave on your own." "Fine. Don't say I didn't warn you. Just do whatever you want."

Her face turned livid with rage as she saw Holley humiliate herself. Now that Holley decided to behave like this, there was nothing left for her to do.

"Since you choose to behave like this, I will not stop you. I hope you won't regret it when you get back to your senses tomorrow morning."

She truly didn't understand Holley. Wasn't it better to live a happy life with George?

Hatred had consumed her completely. How could she even lose her senses like this? It was very irresponsible. Now that she could sell her body for her gains, what other indecent things would she do?

Sheryl was so furious that she decided to leave at once, but the man named Oliver stopped her. He held her hand and suggested, "Since you're already here, why not stay and enjoy yourself?"