red in the bar, shining on a group of m

ne sat on a table, several emp

bottle, sat on the sofa, their face

who was talking had beautiful short hair that shone red under the light. Sh

er friend and said, "A

unkenly blinked as she looked seriously at Loretta. "It's not your fault. It's Adrien's fault. He has bad

a pulled Loretta to her fe

ocus of the people around them. Men looked

u are definitely a beauty. Women are jealous of you. And I'm sure that Adrien is out of h

old, sharp eyes stared at the fam

ood next to him, couldn't help but gasp when

want to inv

and. His dark eyes stared coldly at Loretta,

ien's face, and swallowed what he was going to s

ad is going to happen t

avy because she was drunk, but

been depressed

years, to be a qualified wif

eas that were flashing in her mind. And

ch tonight. And she should defin

age, no Adrien, no Loretta, no P

n on her, almost pres

men, Loretta frowned at the obs

before she turned, only to find herself looking into a pair of dark e

etta before pulling her out