Trevor was right. After the first cup, Emma was forced to drink again and again. It didn't take long before she drank a toast with all the men in the room, except Wesley and Trevor.
If gazes could kill, Trevor would have sliced her into eight pieces by now. It was not that she could not sense him, but she simply could not be bothered to pay attention to him. Therefore, he turned to look at Wesley sitting nearby with an obvious meaning. You like her, don't you? Are you just going to watch her get drunk?
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