The glass in Lucia’s hand was full again. Her fingers had turned so cold that there wasn’t any warmth on them. This was the third glass. She had a feeling that Daniel couldn’t wait for her to die of alcohol intoxication right now. Did he really hate her so much?
It’s been four years. Four years… and his hatred had not lessened a bit.
How deep was his hatred? He had ruined her once. Wasn’t that enough?
“Drink!” a faint voice said. Its tone was not heavy but light. Lucia had, once again, known this man’s cruelty and his heartlessness.
Picking up the wince glass, she raised her head and gulped it down with difficulty. Her face had turned awfully pale. She wouldn’t become drunk. She refused to be drunk. Although she had had a lot to drink, her consciousness was growing clearer. She could e
