“Louise, do you think I’m hopeless? I’m the mother of a five-year-old. That doesn’t grant me the right to fall for a chairman. Also, he said that I’m his lover but in reality, it’s just a nicer way to refer to a plaything. I have no right to have feelings for him.”
Louise looked at Monique’s reddened eyes. She had no idea that she was suffering so much inside and could not bear to voice out. She said, “F*ck lovers! The right to love? Go to hell! Let’s drink!”
Louise wanted to pour Monique another glass but the bottle was empty. She said, “I’ll go get another bottle.”
Louise staggered her way to the kitchen but she did not manage to find any wine. She returned and said, “There’s no more wine. What a letdown!”
Monique curled her lips and downed the last glass.
She felt weird to be so awake after drinking so much.
Louise grinned widely and said to Monique, “You still want to drink, don’t you? It’ll be my treat today. Let’s go!”
Perhaps Monique finally talked about the things that had been buried deep inside her for so long or that she had wine, but her heart no longer ached as badly as before. She yelled, “Let’s drink!”
Louise and Monique changed into new outfits. Louise was surprised to see so many women's clothing there since Monique said she did not live there. They were all from the latest season and were all in Monique’s size. Luckily, her figure was not too different from Monique. She could still wear them if she tried hard enough to squeeze herself in them.
Louise had simple and elegant makeup on her heart-shaped face. She put on a short white dress with a tight waistline that accentuated her slender figure. Her loose locks and her black heels made her legs look even fairer.
Both of them wobbled down the stairs.
The rain had just stopped. Monique shivered when the cool breeze blew toward them.
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