Chapter 902


    As in thoroughly, utterly drunk.


    He remained silent and stoic as Josephine continued t o hammer at his chest.


    Exhausted and dry of tears, Josephine dropped onto the floor and stared nkly into space.


    "Josie!" Zayne called out to her again and again, his voice thick with hurt.


    However, Josephine only fetched out a strip of doublesided tape to shut his mouth.


    Then, she stood by the headboard. She stared down at Zayne Severe like a predator who had


    caught sight of its prey.


    "Zayne Severe, you b*stard," she spat out.


    "You ruined my life. I can''t fall in love again anymore because you''ve spoiled me for everyone else.


    What am I supposed to do now?"


    Josephine turned around, feeling more despondent the more she droned on. Pulling another bottle


    from the wine cab, she opened it and chugged directly from it.


    Without realizing it, Josephine''s life had intertwined too deeply with alcohol.


    Perhaps it was the countless lonely nights where only


    alcohol could drive off her insomnia. Slowly but surely, Josephine had turned into an addict who


    lived off alcohol.


    Bottle after bottle Josephine gulped, hoping the alcohol would chase away the indignance she was


    feeling. s, her indignance only grew, turning into ants that fed on her every thought. Unease was


    itching unbearably at the back of her mind.


    She walked over to the bed, a dangerous glint that came from her irritation shed in her


    enchanting pair of eyes.


    She then tore off Zayne’s clothes roughly...


    Pain joined the chaos that was her train of thought.


    Looking at the messy room, Josephine jolted up.


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    She had made a grave mistake by sleeping with a married man.


    Good Lord, what had she done?


    Immediately, she helped him back into his clothes and cleaned up the evidence of her crime. Last


    but not least, she sprayed on her favorite perfume... The one that smelled like roses.


    Her heart thumped loudly in her ears despite having gotten rid of every smidgen of evidence.


    She was disgusted with herself. How could she do such an immoral thing?


    Regret consumed her as she thought of the Severe''s gentle and dignified Shirley Thomas.


    Suffering the consequences of her conscience, Josephine tugged hard on the strands of hair on her


    head. She wanted nothing more than to tug them out strand by strand, shifting the pain in her


    conscience t o physical difort.


    After a long while of regret, Josephine’s mind finally came up with a way to repent-she would keep it


    a secret forever.


    Zayne slept the entire night away. When he blinked his eyes open, Zayne frowned at his headache-


    a sign that he was hungover.


    Josephiney on the sofa on the side. Setting his eyes on her, Zayne jumped off the bed as if he


    had seen a ghost.


    "Why are you here, Josephine Ares?"


    He looked down to inspect his clothes. Making sure that nothing was out of ce, he let out a heavy


    sigh o f relief.


    Josephine stared at him with exasperation in her eyes. "What are you... What''s the meaning of this,


    Zayne Severe? Do I look like someone who would take advantage of you just because you spent


    the night here?"


    There was no confidence in her tone.


    Zayne merely smiled goofily.


    "As if. If anything, I was worried that I would take


    advantage of you while under the influence of alcohol."


    Josephine replied, "Rx. You slept like a logst night. Nothing happened."