How could she have gotten drunk? How could she say something like that to Joseph?
Lucille got up from the bed and rushed into the bathroom to wash her face.
After a long while, her face finally cooled down. She opened the door and went out.
When she went downstairs, Madam Dahlia stepped forward and asked, “You drank so much last night, Miss Jules. Do you have a hangover? I made you a cup of honey water. I’ll serve it to you right now.”
Lucille stood rooted to the ground.
It seemed that it wasn’t a dream…
Did anything even more outrageous happen after that?
Lucille tried to recall, but she couldn’t remember anything.
Soon, Madam Dahlia brought the honey water. Lucille took two sips and put it down. She lowered her voice and asked, “Where’s Joseph? Is… Is he at home?”
Tasted So Bad
Madam Dahlia replied, “Mr. Joseph went out this morning and hasn’t come back yet.”
Thank goodness.
Lucille heaved a sigh of relief.
Not long after, Molly came down the stairs in a daze with her bedhead.
She yawned. While rubbing her eyes, she complained, “That juice yesterday tasted so bad, Bobo. I’m thinking that Austin must have poisoned it!”
“Yes.”
If it weren’t for the alcohol Austin brought, she wouldn’t have gotten drunk and flirted with Joseph.
Lucille hummed in reply and egged Molly on. “Don’t bother being polite the next time you see him, Molly. Beat him up!”
“Okay!”
Molly clenched her fists and nodded seriously
Madam Dahlia didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. She went to the kitchen and brought a glass of honey water to Molly, then coaxed her as if she was talking to a child. “This is sweet. If you drink it, your head won’t hurt anymore.”
“Thank you, Madam Dahlia!”
Molly took it and gulped it down in a few mouthfuls.
In the afternoon, Lucille overheard from the servants that Joseph was on his way back Her heart skipped a beat, and the scene from the night before instantly appeared in her mind.
As the breeze blew in the garden pavilion, the arrogant girl had trapped the elegant and noble man between her arms. The thought of it was enough to induce a blush.
Lucille massaged the space between her eyebrows.
If she were to meet him face–to–face, she would basically be publicly humiliating herself.
Therefore, she decided to… run!
She could hide for a while, at least.
Lucille made an excuse, then grabbed her car keys and walked out.
When she started the car, Molly climbed onto the passenger seat with the kitten in her arms
and said happily, “I’m coming with you, Bobo!”
Tasted So Bad
“Okay. Put on your seat belt.”
Lucille warned her and then stepped on the accelerator.
The gray sports car roared and passed right by the black luxury car that was about to drive back to the Jules Residence at the intersection.
Culver’s eyes lit up as he drove. “Mr. Joseph, that’s Miss Lucille’s car. She-
Before he could finish his words, the gray sports car sped away like an arrow being shot from a bow, leaving only a string of blurry tire marks.
“Uh…” Culver was stunned.
In the back seat, Joseph raised his eyebrows. His slender and clean fingers tapped lightly on the armrest, making a crisp sound.
“Turn around and chase after her.”
“Yes, Mr. Joseph!”
The gray sports car stopped at the entrance of the hospital.
Lucille got out of the car with Molly.
This time, she had come to see Hilda.
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