Five Years Wasted Now They Beg Her Back novel Chapter 57

Grace remained quiet the entire time, her eyes downcast, not uttering a single word.

The more cold and broken she appeared, the hotter the desire burned in Simon Brooks’s eyes.

He liked roses with thorns.

Conquering them was so much more satisfying.

After a few rounds of drinks, Cassian turned his attention to Grace.

“Grace, what are you waiting for?”

“Hurry up and propose a toast to Mr. Brooks.”

He pushed a full glass of red wine in front of her.

Grace lifted her eyes and spoke faintly.

“I’m allergic to alcohol. I can’t drink.”

It was the truth.

But saying it on this occasion was tantamount to slapping Simon Brooks in the face in public.

Lucian’s expression immediately darkened.

“Grace, don’t push it!”

“Mr. Brooks is doing you a favor by having dinner with you! He’s honoring you by letting you offer a toast!”

“Who do you think you are, acting so high and mighty?!”

A flash of displeasure crossed Simon Brooks’s face, but it was quickly masked by a smile.

“Now, Lucian, that’s no way to talk,” he said, waving his hand dismissively, putting on an air of magnanimity.

“Since Grace can’t drink, let’s just forget it. We can’t force her.”

The more he said this, the more humiliated the Hart brothers felt.

Just as the atmosphere grew tense, Lilian stood up at the perfect moment.

She took the wine glass from in front of Grace and replaced it with a glass of vibrant, orange-red liquid.

“Cassian, Lucian, don’t force her,” she said softly, turning to Grace with an incredibly “thoughtful” smile.

“Grace, I had the waiter make this especially for you. It’s freshly squeezed grapefruit juice, no alcohol.”

“Since you can’t drink wine, you can use juice instead. Just apologize to Mr. Brooks.”

The sour, slightly bitter liquid slid down her throat.

A triumphant glint flashed in Lilian’s eyes.

Grace put down the glass and was about to sit down when a powerful, sudden wave of dizziness washed over her.

The crystal chandelier on the ceiling began to spin in her vision, splitting into countless afterimages.

Her limbs felt as if they were filled with lead, too heavy to lift.

She screamed in her mind, but her mouth felt glued shut, unable to make a sound.

Her body slumped sideways.

Lilian quickly caught her, her voice filled with just the right amount of panic and concern.

“Oh my! Grace, what’s wrong with you?”

She turned to the stunned onlookers and explained innocently, “She... she just had one glass of juice. How could she be this drunk?”

Simon Brooks stood up and walked over to Grace.

Seeing her flushed cheeks and dazed eyes, his Adam's apple bobbed uncontrollably.