Chapter 768


    Just as Hertha was about to take a sip from her ss, it was suddenly snatched from her grasp.


    Her mood was suddenly interjected and her expression turned sour within a sec, “What the hell?” she


    grumbled, turning to the side.


    She was about to let out a string of curses, but the sight of ric’s devilishly handsome face stopped


    her in her tracks.


    “Why did you snatch my drink? Give it back!”


    She reached out to grab the ss he had stolen from her.


    ric held the ss high above his head and out of her reach; his piercing eyes were sternly fixed on


    her. “Have you had enough yet?” He asked.


    “A bit of courtesy wouldn’t hurt, would it? I was the one who offered a toast to this lovelydy here. At


    least let us finish our drinks,” the man who had been hitting on Hertha earlier chimed in. With his dyed


    blond hair and smug expression, he was clearly a seasoned bar-goer who was always on the prowl for


    women on their own. His demeanor was bold, teetering on the edge of rude.


    ric mmed the ss down on the bar counter. The wine in the crystal-clear ss was taken up


    and down by the force of gravity and bubbled up white.


    He pointed at the ss as his piercing gaze bore through the blond man, “Need me to dial 911 and


    have the cops exin the situation. to you?”


    The blond man’s cocky demeanor quickly faltered, his eyes disying a mix of fear and panic. “Alright,


    alright! You win!” With that, he grabbed his ss and hurriedly left, as if fearing any dy might deprive


    him of his freedom.


    Hertha’s vision was still foggy. Seeing that the man who had been flirting with her had left, she asked


    ric angrily, “What the hell, ric? Why do you always scare away any man whoes near me?


    Can’t stand the sight of me, can you?”


    She wasn’t a regr at bars and usually only came with her friend Thssa. They had never had any


    trouble when they were together, so she was oblivious to the idea that her drink might have been


    spiked.


    In her eyes, ric was just being difficult. He had been sour and irritable toward her ever since she


    identally hit his foot with a golf club, even though she had sincerely apologized.


    She couldn’t forget his disdainful eyes that day, which pierced her heart. She had decided to give up


    pursuing him.


    She had been trying her best to resist her feelings for him, hoping to keep him away and protect her


    own heart.


    Yet there he was, right in front of her.


    ric met her reproachful gaze as a surge of annoyance filled his chest.


    “I can’t stand you? That’s rich!” heughed scornfully. He picked up the ss and thrust it towards her


    lips. “You want to drink, right? Here, drink up! Whoever doesn’t drink is a chicken!”


    Annoyed, Hertha snorted and snatched the ss from him. “Fine, I’ll drink! I’m no chicken!”


    She was about to drink when ric swatted the ss from her hand.


    The ss fell onto the marble bar counter, spilling its contents in all directions.


    Hertha instinctively jumped back but was still sshed by the spilling liquid.


    She stared in disbelief at her clothes, now stained with alcohol, and red at ric. “ric, are you out


    of your mind?!”


    He tapped her forehead with his finger, “You are the one out of mind! You should go see a psychiatrist


    tomorrow!”


    Hertha froze and immediately understood his meaning. Furious, she shot back, “ric, you’re the one


    who’s crazy! Your whole family is crazy!”


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    “Shut up!” ric snapped, his eyes shing with anger. “If it weren’t for me, you wouldn’t be stained


    with alcohol, you’d be in way worse shape. Don’t you get it?”


    “What do you mean by that?” Hertha asked. She was unable to make sense of his words at that


    moment.