Blair was staring straight at me. A playful smile spread across her face as she said with startling seriousness, "I'm not drunk. I just want to know the answer to this question."
To everyone's shock, she even stood up and headed toward me. Her sudden movement alarmed several people. They watched in shock and wondered what Blair was trying to do.
"Blair, stop right there!" Tom frowned as he watched his sister. He scolded her a few times, only to realize she wasn't listening to him at all.
An ominous feeling crept into his heart. After all, the person he hated most was probably me. If his sister ended up liking me, it would be like rubbing his face in the dirt.
Tom immediately got up and grabbed Blair's arm. "Everyone, enjoy your meal. I'm taking my sister home. She might not be feeling well," he said.
Then, he tried to lead her away forcefully.
Even he might not have understood why his once-loyal sister would suddenly show interest in me.
However, Blair shook off Tom's hand and charged right up to me. As she closed the distance between us, I could smell the strong scent of alcohol on her.
Perhaps Blair was using her drunkenness as an excuse to act recklessly here. If Abigail confronted her about it the next day, she could simply blame it on being drunk.
Her eyes locked onto mine. She gazed deeply as if trying to see through me.
Abigail, who was sitting nearby, gradually grimaced. Her hands clenched into fists as if unsure whether I would consider her feelings in this situation.
It was because I had asked her for a divorce multiple times. I had already told her I didn't love her anymore. If I were to name someone other than her at this moment, she might just fall apart.
I avoided Blair and picked up a bottle of alcohol to pour myself six cups.
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