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I looked at Mark, and a laugh escaped my
lips.
Did he think that this was the Dark Ages?
Even back then, you rarely saw a wife get along with her husband’s mistress.
How dare he say something like that?
Mark’s brow furrowed. He opened his mouth, but I knew he wouldn’t be able to justify it.
I snatched the wine from him and downed it
<
in one go.
The liquid spilled down my neck, and I
coughed, my eyes tearing up.
I thought I saw a flicker of pity in Mark’s eyes.
He grabbed the empty glass from my hand and I suddenly slumped in his arms, my breath shallow, my skin all flushed.
I heard someone say, “Is Bailey having an allergic reaction to alcohol?”
Mark seemed to snap back to reality, and
muttered a curse under his breath.
く
I could feel Mark pick me up, carrying me out
to the car.
I tried to stay conscious, to keep my eyes open and focus on his worried face.
Mark, you’ve even forgotten about my alcohol
allergy.
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