Chapter 136
Before Angela could get the cutlery for the food, Fiona had already cracked open a bottle of wine and started drinking straight from it.
“Wait a second. Please stop.” Angela hurriedly stopped her. “Eat something first to line your stomach. Drinking like this is harmful.”
Fiona looked rather pale. She ate a couple of bites perfunctorily before resuming her drinking.
By the time her face was flushed and her eyes started to sparkle with drunkenness, she grabbed Angela’s arm and poured out her feelings.
“Tell me–am I that terrible? Even though I’m this capable, why does he still go looking for someone else? I’ve worked tirelessly for the Bamford family for so many years. Is he blind to it? Angela, if it were you, what would
you do?”
Fiona had never spoken so much before.
Seeing her so broken, Angela couldn’t help but feel uneasy.
“Nothing that happened is your fault.“Angela sighed, feeling the weight of the world’s
sorrows.
“Come on, drink!” Fiona handed Angela a bottle of fruit wine. “This isn’t too strong, and it tastes pretty good.”
Angela shook her head to refuse, sticking to her tea and occasionally taking a sip.
Leaning back on the couch, she gazed at the moon hanging not too high up in the night sky, feeling a bit melancholic.
“What are you being so mopey about? Your life right now isn’t that bad, is it?” Fiona chuckled sarcastically, taking another swig of her drink.
She started coughing for a long while as she choked on her drink.
Angela sighed helplessly, patting Fiona’s back until she was fine. Then she said calmly, “You think I’m doing well? Heh…”
Oh, her life was just wonderful.
First, she was almost killed by her husband’s younger brother. Then, when she returned, she found her father preparing for her funeral. As if that wasn’t enough, her in–laws‘ relationships were falling apart.
She believed no one would be desperate enough to want such a life.
That was when she realized her life was pretty terrible as well, and she felt tempted to drink herself into oblivion.
But she knew drinking wouldn’t help.
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Chapter 138
When the alcohol wore off, life would still be the same, and she might end up with health problems on top of everything else. As such, it was better not to start.
“Fiona suddenly blurted out, as if discussing
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“To be honest, I can tell that Dexter likes you. Otherwise, why would he go abroad to save you?
else’s life that had nothing to do with
her.
“Huh?” Angela almost burst out laughing. “Madam Fiona, you’re definitely drunk. How could you have such a ridiculous thought?”
“At the very least, he doesn’t want to divorce you now. Don’t listen to his nonsense about company reputation or personal image. I know him better than anyone else–he simply doesn’t want to leave you, understand?”
Fiona struggled to sit up, trying to focus her gaze on Angela’s face. “Let me tell you, if you want to win him over, do it quickly while he still has feelings for you… While he still likes you…
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“I don’t think I should desire his affection.” Angela smiled faintly. “I’m doing just fine on my own.”
By the end, Fiona was utterly drunk
Afraid something might happen to her, Angela stayed up all night watching over her.
The next morning, both of them had dark circles under their eyes.
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