Chapter 1284

Joyce sighed.

She has known Justin for more than a day or two.

She knew he must be in deep self-recrimination at this moment.

Justin is someone who has a hard time moving on from his past, and

the last time, it took him two years. If this time, she doesn't help him,

maybe he won't be able to come out for the rest of his life.

She sighed.

Crouching down, he began by explaining, "Nothing happened between

Otis and me that night. You should not be burdened. On the contrary, I

also found the flash drive from his villa, the incriminating evidence of

everything Charlotte had committed back then."

Justin's back shook hard.

"Excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom."

After saying that, he still turned his back on her and hurriedly walked to

the bathroom.

Joyce let out another sigh, and it looked like what she said didn't help

him at all. The knot in his heart was too deep, and the things she said

were nothing compared to what he had done.

Although the sound insulation inside the suite is very good.

Still can hear a little loud sound, like the sound of vomiting.

Joyce asked, "How much did he really drink?"

Bobby stood next to Joyce, “From the night after seeing Ms. Knowles

your press conference, he has been drinking until now, off and on

during the period, sleeping and waking up, drinking and vomiting,

sleeping and waking up, drinking and vomiting, vomiting after sleeping,

waking up and drinking again, he has been drinking again.”

“This won't work, we need to send him to have his stomach pumped.”

Joyce frowned.

Justin is crazy? This is going to Kill people.

Bobby sighed, "No, I wanted to, but Mr. Henderson wouldn't, and there

was nothing I could do about it."

After a long time.

When Justin came out of the bathroom, he had obviously taken a hasty

shower and changed into clean clothes. After throwing up, his whole

body looked in much better shape. In addition to his cheeks being

abnormally red, his eyes were much clearer.

He looked at Joyce with some excitement, but more remorse and pain,

and reluctance.

He kept looking at her, unblinking.

Like trying to keep her in mind, forever engraved in the heart and mind,

never to forget.

He kept looking, as if he wanted to see the end of the world.

Until Joyce gently interrupted him, "Justin , you need to get your

stomach pumped. You've had too much to drink and your body will

collapse. I'm not dead, hiding from you, disguised as ZORA, I'm also

responsible. You should not blame yourself too much. It's happened

and there's no point in you doing that.”

He did not speak, only looked at her greedily.

With his spirits much restored, he whispered, "Joyce, it's good that

you're alive. And I have no more regrets.”

Joyce frowned at his words, which didn't make a good sense.

Justin was the kind of person who would do something stupid, which is

why she was particularly uneasy.

"Don't talk nonsense, come on, come with me to get your stomach

pumped. You're drunk and confused, sober up."

She frowned and stepped forward to tug on Justin's arm.

Justin lowered his head and looked at her white wrist, holding his arm.

The warmth, the tangible presence, kept his heart trembling, and his

thin lips kept trembling.

Suddenly, he reached out his arms to embrace her.

Hold her tightly in your arms.

The real feeling, so that his body shivered along with the bath, although

there is still a strong smell of alcol, but mixed with a fresh fragrance

after the bath.

She could feel as if he was crying.

There was no sound, silent tears, only a slight shaking of the shoulders.

She didn't refuse his hug either. We have known each other for more

than six years, and the past is still fresh in our minds.