Chapter 65

WREN.

I batted my eyelashes rapidly as his demeanor changed.

"I didn't even drink much." I fumbled with my words, my eyes darting.

He scoffed and stepped closer to me, his tussled hair bounced rapidly, I fisted my hands beside me as our eyes met.

"Four fucking bottles, Wren, four–"

"You talk like it...

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