Hendrix frowned and said in an unpleasant tone, "She's my wife!"
Andrea sneered. "So what? You're going to let her do whatever she wants just because she's your wife?"
I snorted, "Miss Burton, you could write a book with all the ways you're using your brother's name to your advantage. I don't care why this kind of inhumane rule was set in the past, but Miss Burton, please spare it some thought. You were all in your 20s at the time, so making such an impulsive rule at that age is understandable, but do you really think that rule is still applicable now?"
"Don't you know they're all in their thirties? Even if they were in good health, downing ten glasses of wine can't be good for the body. What's more, they've been staying up late and going on business trips lately. They're so busy with their business that they're on the verge of collapsing. Are you making them drink like this because you want Mr. Shelley to end up like your brother? Sacrificing his life to honor your so-called friendship?"
Andrea's face was flushed red with guilt and embarrassment. She glared at me and said angrily, "You snake. You're the one who won't accept Austin's apology out of arrogance. That's why you're leaving."
Sometimes I couldn't help but wonder about Andrea's IQ, and feel how much it was akin to that of a five-year-old. Her brain was simply wired like a child's.
I looked at her, paused, and then turned to Austin to say, "Mr. Shelley, to be honest, you're a good man who knows between right and wrong. Hendrix and I are husband and wife. He treats you like family, and so do I. I won't let some minor unpleasantries get in the way of our relationship, nor will I let it affect you and Hendrix's brotherly relationship. I've accepted your apology, and you don't have to drink because you're family and I don't want you to lose your life over your so-called rules." After that, I took Hendrix's hand and immediately left the private room.
But as soon as we got to the car, I instantly let go of Hendrix's hand and glared at him, "Did you bring me here to make me upset on purpose?"
If I had known that Andrea was here, I wouldn't have come. I didn't want to lose my temper for no reason.
He pursed his lips and looked at me with a tinge of annoyance on his face. "I was with you this whole time. Do you think I would have deliberately invited her?"
I was so furious that I turned to him and said, "Walk home yourself!"
After that, I got in the car, started the engine and left without saying another word to Hendrix.
In the rearview mirror, I saw him place his hand on his forehead, not knowing whether to laugh or cry at the situation before him.
Meanwhile, at the villa.
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