Chapter 180
Raine put down the cutlery in her hand and said, "I''m also full. What about you, Jazz?"
"Me too," Jazz lifted his ss of wine and downed it again. He looked at the restaurant''s entrance, "But
why is Summer still not back yet?"
"She was feeling unwell, she told me before she left..." he said slowly.
All three of them wanted to head back to Valentine Mansion, so Yvette had no choice but to follow.
But, the hatred she had for Summer became even stronger. During her own husband''s birthday, she
first answered a phone call for half an hour, then left early, iming that she was not feeling well.
''She was way too inconsiderate as a teacher!"
In Moonlight Pub.
The sound of the booming music was echoing around the ce. People were grooving their bodies to
the tunes on the dance floor, indulging themselves.
Summer held on to her coat as she walked in. The first thing she noticed was Sherman beside the bar
counter, drunk.
She went over and sat beside Sherman. The pungent
smell of alcohol fumed over her instantly. She arched her brows and asked, "How many drinks have
you actually had?”
"Just enough, probably just seven or eight? I am not going home sober tonight," Sherman slurred,
"Come and have some for yourself!"
Her hand was already at the ss when she suddenly paused and shook her head, "I’m pregnant, I
can''t drink."
“You can’t drink liquor, but wine should be fine. Hey bartender, get us some of your best wine!"
A ss of wine was then served before her. The bright red liquid was still swirling in the wine ss.
Summer stared at the ss and said bitterly, "How do you tell if a person is in love with another person
or not?"
Her voice was soft and t. It sounded like a question for Sherman to answer, but it also sounded
rhetorical, as if she was mumbling to herself.
But still, Sherman vaguely heard her and asked, "What do you think?"
"The answer is, when you’re going against the person h e loves, no matter how sensible, rightful or
reasonable the things you''re doing or saying, you will never win against the other person’s tears or soft
expression..."
Her voice went softer and softer after each word beforeing toplete silence. She felt like
someone pulled out her heart from her chest, sliced it slowly with a dagger slowly.
Just because of love, a stream of tears, and a helpless face was all it took for him to surrender, to
relent.
While her righteousness only offended and disgusted him.
The contrast was so evident and strong. Summer chuckled inwardly, her eyes turning bitter as her
heart aching in pain. She lifted the ss of wine and chugged it down.
Once in a while, one has to treat themselves to alleviate all the suppressed pain in their heart.
In these twenty-something years, the times Summer drank could be counted with one hand. But tonight
was undoubtedly the most heartbreaking one.
As for Sherman, she did not slow down either. She was continuously drinking packs after another.
Summer, who was sitting beside her, was also drinking ss after ss. It did not take long before the
counter was full of sses.
Hammered, Sherman stumbled up from her seat and staggered her way through the bar,pletely
forgetting about Summer.
Although it was just wine, Summer''s tolerance was never the best. She felt woozy after a few sses
and passed out on the bar counter.
It was at this time that her phone on the bar counter rang. The bartender tried to wake her up, but she
was just too drunk to respond.
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Judging by her looks, the bartender believed that she was an easygoing person rather than a fussy
one. The bartender was also afraid that the person might be calling for something urgent, so he picked
up the phone with good intentions, "Hello?"
"Isn''t this Summer''s number?” It was Dean calling.
''Summer - he’s probably referring to this drunkdy over here,'' He looked at her and said, "She is
wasted and on her own, could youe and pick her up?”
Dean could hear the deafening and booming music sting through the phone and immediately
agreed.