Bingo!
Upon seeing Olivia drink off the spirit in one go, Raphaelâs expression shifted instantly.
Quite an intriguing duo!
However, the smile vanished from Elvaâs face as the scene evoked memories of someone⦠A wave of melancholy washed over her, prompting her to empty her glass as well.
Tears welled in Oliviaâs eyes as the whiskey burnt all the way down her throat.
She fixed her gaze on Elva and asked softly, âDid you and your boyfriend break up or something? You seem distressed.
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Elva remained silent but proceeded to refill the glasses discreetly.
Catching Oliviaâs gaze, Elva glanced briefly at Raphael and quipped with a faint smile, âFocus on yourself, dear! Donât overindulge.
I have my hands full already!â
Undeterred, Olivia raised her glass and took another sip, retorting, âNo worries! My roomâs just upstairs.
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Elva grinned mischievously.
âAnd thatâs precisely why I warned you to pace yourself and not to overdo it.
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In truth, Elva had intended to drown herself in alcohol that evening.
However, with Oliviaâs unexpected intervention, she had to adjust her plans.
If Olivia were to get drunk, Elva felt responsible for ensuring Olivia returned to her room safely.
She couldnât risk Olivia falling into Raphaelâs hands while intoxicated.
So, when Olivia insisted on drinking, Elva didnât object.
Instead, she leaned back in her chair, resolved to keep Olivia company, and watched over her.
Elvaâs appearance was also striking, but it possessed a different allure compared to Oliviaâs.
She resembled her aunt, Cecilia, whose charm was undeniably unique.
As anticipated, Olivia found herself intoxicated in less than an hour.
In her daze, she began clamoring to go home, searching for her brother and sister-in-law, and eventually even shedding tears for her parents.
Elva shook her head in dismay.
Affectionately, Elva pinched Oliviaâs cheek, intending to escort her away, but her wrist was seized suddenly.
Startled, she glanced up at the person.
To her surprise, it was her ex-boyfriend!
He grasped Elvaâs hand tightly, prompting her to wince in discomfort.
The Fowler family boasted a sizable network, with numerous acquaintances present at the party.
Flustered, Elva lowered her voice and hissed, âHave you lost your senses? Let go of me!â
However, the man remained silent, his gaze unwavering.
It appeared he was adamant about escorting her away.
Elva interjected hastily, âI canât leave Olivia here alone.
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