Edward was drunk again, unconscious.
Arya and Nanny Joy struggled to carry him to the guest room.
Nanny Joy frowned. "Why are you young people always get drunk?"
Arya covered the quilt for him and said to Nanny Joy, "Let's go out."
Nanny Joy nodded. Arya poured him a glass of water and said, "Your throat won't be comfortable. Have some water before you sleep."
When Edward was drunk, he would just sleep and wouldn't throw up or make a scene.
Xavier came back very late. There were many guests at the wedding, and they were all dignitaries. Naturally, he had to attend to these guests.
Xavier also had some wine, but he wasn't drunk.
However, he seemed to have drunk a lot. He lay on the bed with his eyes closed and his voice low and hoarse. "Give me a glass of water."
Arya handed over a glass of warm water. Xavier didn't take it but lay still.
Arya had no choice but to put the cup on the table first, to help him, let him lean on her, take the cup, and put it on his lips.
He opened his eyes, drank the water in one breath. After that, he took off the glass in her hand and hugged her. "Lay down with me."
She lay down and nestled in his arms.
He stroked her long hair. The reason why he drank too much was that he felt bad. This was his woman, but he couldn't introduce her to others.
She was always quiet and rational, which made him heartache.
She held him tighter and looked at him. "I'm Mr. Jones' wife."
He opened his eyes abruptly, which were shining brightly. Her words seemed to cheer him up much. He lowered his head and kissed her on the forehead. "You are Mrs. Jones. No one can change it."
The night was getting late.
In Clinton's residence, it was Jasper and Bridget's wedding night, but things went wrong.
When his parents fell asleep, Jasper left his room.
Bridget stopped him, looked at him, and asked, "It's our wedding night. Where are you going?"
Jasper's voice was cold. "I won't sleep on the same bed with you. I'll sleep in the study."
As he was about to leave, she came up to stop him. "You can't do this to me. We just got married. If you don't live with me, what would others think of me?"
He sneered and stared at her with disdain. "You know best why we would have sex. I'm doing this for you because of your father. It's best for you not to provoke me. It's not good for either of us if I tell everyone the truth!"
She was shocked. 'He... He knew?'
He looked at her stunned expression and his tone became more sarcastic. He pinched her chin. "Bridget, you are as vicious as your brother. You really disgust me!"
He didn't forget how Xavier framed him and forced Arya to beg him.
Now Bridget used such a dirty trick to keep him away from Arya.
He hated their guts.
Bridget's eyes widened, tears rolling in her eyes. "I really like you."
"I don't need your like." The one he loved was always Arya.
Bridget was nothing to him!
He shook her off forcefully. "Since we're married, just behave yourself and don't do anything I hate!"
Then he opened the door.
She stepped forward and grabbed him. "Are you still thinking about Arya?"
The next second, she yelled, "Don't forget, she's married to my brother. Maybe she's having sex with my brother at this time..."
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