I got married without you (James and Amelia) novel Chapter 1516

Chapter 1516 I won’t get married again 

Eva leaned against the bar, sizing up Edith. “You look gentle and elegant, like the girl next door. I didn’t expect you to have a bossy style.” 

The surroundings and furniture were all typical of the business clite, cold and lacking any warmth. 

Edith smiled and took out a bottle of wine. She used her fingers to pick up two tall glasses and handed them to Eva. “Eva, have a drink.” 

Eva reached out to take the glass of wine, hesitated for a moment, then quickly regained her composure. “It’s too late, I better drink less.” 

A faint smile appeared on Edith’s elegant face. “Oh, are you afraid of revealing some secrets to me after drinking too much?” 

“I don’t have any secrets to reveal.” 

Edith tapped her glass against Eva’s. “Then have a few drinks with me and let’s see who reveals their secrets first.” 

Eva couldn’t resist this challenge and immediately agreed. After a few drinks, she saw that Edith not only didn’t get drunk, but also remained composed, smiling at her. 

It was then that she realized Edith had a wild side beneath her gentle appearance, so she didn’t dare to drink anymore. “Forget it, I give up, I won’t drink anymore…” 

But Edith grabbed her with a smile. “Eva, if you give up, then you have to reveal your secrets.” 

Eva thought it would have been better to stay at Amelia’s house. She made a mistake. 

“What do you want to hear?” 

Edith held her glass and turned around, leaning against the bar, looking out at the bustling traffic outside the floor-to-ceiling 

windows. 

“Tell me about Paul.” 

Eva dropped her gaze. 

“Do you think I’m qualified to talk about Paul with my current state?” 

Edith shifted her gaze back to Eva, who was doubting herself. 

“As long as you’re willing.” 

Her tone showed her disdain for societal norms, making Eva feel that Edith was more mature than her. 

Yes, she had experienced passionate and heart-wrenching love, 

and she had suffered from depression. How could she hot be 

mature? 

But the problem was, Eva didn’t know how to answer. She stared at the glass of red wine in her hand, remained silent for a while, and finally spoke up.