They each drank too much and had no sense in any respect. Avery become sandwiched between them, as though wrapped in two flames.
Under regular circumstances, she would no longer have this sort of headache.
“I should ask you to take me there. Isn’t there a servant at home? You can allow the servant contend with him!” Mike and Avery argued for it, and grabbed her arm, wanting to drag her away.
Elliot, like a gust of wind, fast walked in the front of them, blocking their way.
“Let pass of her.” Elliot warned Mike, “She is my spouse.”
“Haha! She is your spouse nowadays, perhaps no longer day after today.” Mike now not handiest did now not permit cross, but also provocatively said, “The marriage certificate counts. What a piece of sh*t! It’s just a piece of paper.”