NovelStartChapter 176
Utterly inebriated, Brad felt slightly sluggish. It took him several seconds to open his eyes when he realized that
someone was shaking his arm.
His vision swam due to the amount of alcohol he had consumed, and he couldn't even make out the silhouette of
the person before him. As a result, he failed to recognize the woman before him.
“Who are you?”
Brad looked far from his usual stern and reserved demeanor when he was drunk. His features softened,
making him seem more approachable.
Seeing that he failed to recognize her, Jean knew he was genuinely intoxicated. She smirked, grabbing his hand
to place it on her face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt
Feeling the warmth of his touch, she whispered, “Brad, it's me. Your beloved Jean.”
Behind her, Alex gagged, and he nearly cursed out loud. Why the hell must he witness such a nauseating
scene?
Fuck! If vomit could drown a person, he bet Jean would definitely be submerged in everyone's vomit
within an hour. She was truly disgusting!
Unable to bear it any longer, he dashed out of the private room and called Nadine instead. Jean had longed for
Alex, the third wheel, to leave sooner. Once the door closed, she felt ecstatic at the fact that
she was finally alone with Brad in the private room.
Nuzzling his hand against her face, she said, “See, Brad, it’s really me! It's been six years, don’t you miss
me? I've missed you so much!”
Lying on the sofa, Brad felt extremely dizzy. Jean's outline kept swimming in his vision, and he finally couldn't
help but curse under his breath.
talk? You're
Visibly displeased, he withdrew his hand and snapped, Can you stop moving when you talk? Y makingdizzy!
Are you a wobbling doll? Aren't you tired of the constant swaying?”
The effects of the red wine were overwhelming. At this point, Brad could hardly distinguish where he was.
Everything in his view was literally spinning as his dizziness worsened.
Jean heard him clearly, and she was certain that he was really drunk. She was spiraling in glee.
are you di
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm
“Brad, You'll feel better if you kiss me, though. Con, try it.”
As she spoke, she leaned toward his lips. Just as she was about to kiss him, Brad suddenly swatted in the air. His
vision was a blur under the influence of alcoho
He couldn't see a thing, so he merely acted without thinking. “Go away! Don’t bother me! Stop swaying. will
you? You're drivingmad! Cameron! Get him here now! Get rid of all this annoying stuff!”
Brad was ultimately wasted. He didn’t even recognize Jean,
Chack 176
Seeing his hand swing toward her, Jean backed away in haste. She was worried that he might hit her. Thanks to
her swift reflex, she dodged the slap, but she broke out in a cold sweat.
She grabbed Brad's hand again, holding both his hands in a tight grasp. “Brad, it’s Jean. Your beloved
Jean. Look, I'm so soft.”
As Jean spoke, she guided his hand toward her chest.
Visit our social media platform to read fascinating stories every day and connect with the community!
