Marcus looked at me and asked, “Ms. Kennedy, could you afford the price?”
“Funny!” I wanted to laugh out loud. It wasn’t a game at all.
Marcus asked for ten glasses and filled them with wine. Then he looked at me and said, “According to the rule, you can ask anyone here to help you drink, but it relies on your relationship with them. If nobody is willing to help you, you have to rely on your own!”
Frowning, I looked at the glasses on the table. I couldn’t help touching my belly and wished deep in my mind, “Hold on, my child!”
I picked up one glass, raised my head, and finished the whole glass. However, after a few sips, I started feeling nauseous.
“Oh!” I couldn’t hold on anymore and ran towards the washroom. Then I started retching while holding the toilet.
Mario followed me and gently petted my back, saying, “You can beg Dennis to help you. You are his wife. He won’t let Marcus bully you.”
I sneered. I was not Olivia, who could make every man sympathize with her just by shedding a few tears.