Chapter Fifty Eight
Karl's POV
It's been just less than a day since Gabriella left and I felt so empty. The house felt like there was no one living in it for years.
It's midnight and I was on my third bottle. Drinking won't probably solve my case right now. It's ruining everything, even as I was injured. I don't have anyone to help me check the injury.
I grabbed the bottle and took a long gulp from it. My eyes were already twirling as I was getting drunk by the second. The bottle reached my lips again and I felt the burning taste of the liquid sliding down my throat again. It's bitter and hot at the same time.
I promised Gabriella that I would do my best to pursue her, but with my reputation damaged this way, do I still have a chance? If only that cunning bastard didn't blab to th
