After a while, Cynthia climbed out of the bathtub, dripping wet from head to toe, looking wretched.
She stared at Andrew in a daze.
With handsome and sharp features, he possessed the natural aura of a king.
She stumbled towards him, leaning on his shoulder. Just as she was about to speak, a hiccup escaped her mouth. "Ugh..."
Andrew widened his eyes, suddenly feeling the urge to beat her!
Cynthia looked at him through drunken eyes and asked, "Andrew, are you still mad?"
Andrew felt disgusted but still held her up to prevent her from falling.
"Don't move!" Cynthia shouted. After a moment, she chuckled. "Let me tell you... I hate Rebecca. I want to make her suffer!"
"I don't care who I may use... I won't let her off the hook, no matter what!"
"Are you nuts, Cynthia?!"
"She stole my
