He nodded and answered, "Yes, but medicine is still a drug nonetheless. It's more or less harmful."
"It's okay. Please send it to me later."
I left the washroom and returned to the private room. Austin had picked a few songs on the large screen to sing along. When he saw me returning, he narrowed his eyes at me and mocked, "What happened? Can't you even handle one glass?"
I ignored him and glanced at the table. Apart from the one that I had drunk, all the other glasses remained unmoved on the table as before.
Hendrix and Andrea sat close next to each other. She said something to him and he nodded slightly.
When his gaze landed on me, his eyes darkened and he looked away indifferently.
My heart sank. I walked to the table and said to Austin, "I hope you won't go back on your words, Mr. Shelley."
After saying that, I downed a glass full of alcohol. I forcibly suppressed the strong sense of nausea and downed another few glasses. I was never good at handling alcohol in the first place. When I reached my third glass, my lower abdomen ached faintly.
Josiah could see that something was wrong. He gripped my hand that was holding a glass and turned to Hendrix, saying, "She is still your wife, Hendrix. You know how weak she is right now. It'll be too late for you to regret if something goes wrong."
"Let go of me!" I was already starting to feel a little dizzy. At that moment, my heart was overflowing with anger and injustice. I pushed Josiah away and reached out to grab another glass.
All of a sudden, my action was halted by a powerful force, then I was pulled into a familiar embrace. Austin looked at Hendrix in confusion, "Hendrix?"
"She's my wife, I'll drink the rest." After that, Hendrix finished off the rest of the glasses. Andrea watched as he did so, and her eyes reddened at once.
I felt sick and gagged over and over again. I couldn't escape Hendrix's hold on me, thus I held it back forcefully.
No one knew how much Hendrix had drunk. Andrea stood up suddenly, looked at Austin and demanded, "Send me home!"
She sounded like she was irritated and aggrieved.
Austin stared at Hendrix with a complicated expression and opened his mouth. For a while, he didn't know what to say. Eventually, he left with Andrea.
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