As they downed one gla*s after another, the two soon found themselves enjoying their chatting session more and more. Before they knew it, they had finished all the drinks in the refrigerator.
Lowering her gaze, Madilyn realized there were already seven or eight empty bottles on the table.
She uttered, “Jonathan, I hope you can get rid of the habit of forcing yourself and stop setting overly strong goals in whatever you do. You’ll only suffer if you keep going on like this, and I don’t want to see you fall into depression again!”
The one good thing about alcohol was that it could help one to express themselves more freely, and what Madilyn did was exactly that.
She spoke from the bottom of her heart and sincerely hoped that Jonathan could be happier.
Jonathan nodded and raised his gaz
