The man’s face instantly darkened, and his eyes turned frosty. Evidently, he was mad.
“Can I help you, Mr. Fuller?” I didn’t feel like I was Ashton’s wife at all here, but rather, an outsider.
The more I felt this way, the more upset I became.
Even the way I gazed at Ashton was full of defiance.
“Apologize.” His tone was completely commanding.
My brows creased as rage consumed me. “Have you lost it, Ashton? Why the hell should I apologize?”
“You pushed her,” he replied grimly in his deep voice.
I pushed her? I laughed in anger. “You should get your eyes checked, Ashton!”
“Scarlett Stovall!” The man immediately addressed me by my full name. “Apologize to her now.”
“And if I don’t?” Suppressing my anger, I glared at him, unafraid of his glacier eyes.
With a frown and purse of his lips, a chilly air engulfed our surroundings. “Macy’s bar seems to be doing a little too well these days, huh?”
I was instantly terrified. How could this man resort to such lowly methods just to get me to apologize to Rebecca?
I looked up at the man
face. His lips remained pursed, and he had a bit of stubble, making him look unruly yet alluring at the
that face of his at all. My
over to Rebecca. Suppressing all the
looked incredibly helpless as though I had
than to stir things up. “So you think you just have to apologize after hitting someone? In that case, I’ll
Holy sh*t.
out. “What else do you want from me?” I turned
buddies have a rule—whoever messes up has to apologize sincerely and
You dipsh*t!
is THAT a way
had been watching the whole time, furrowed his
and glanced at Ashton instead. “What do you
on me darkened, and the crease between his brows deepened. After a long
softly, but everyone could
You pretentious little b*tch.
to
walked up to me and frowned. “Have you got
be careful since there was another life inside of me. Who knew what would happen
didn’t want Jared to rain on their
them to their
Joe ordered ten bottles of whiskey and two crates
you can handle
wanted to laugh. Does he think this is
After filling ten glasses with beer, Joe said to me, “The rule here is that you can get anyone here to drink for you—anyone at all. But that depends on your own abilities. If you can’t convince anyone to help you, you’ll have to drink everything on your own.”
Seeing the table full of glasses, I frowned as I subconsciously placed a hand over my belly. Hang in there, my baby, I prayed silently.
I picked up a glass and began to drink. Yet, my stomach began to churn from just a few sips.
“Ugh!” Unable to contain my nausea, I dashed toward the bathroom and retched over the toilet.
Jared followed me from behind and stroked my back. “Show Ashton your vulnerable side and ask him to help you. You’re his wife, after all. He won’t let Joe do as he pleases.”
I smirked coldly. Unlike Rebecca, I wasn’t someone who could captivate the hearts of men just by shedding a few tears.
Not responding to that, I asked him, “Is there anything that can reduce the side effects on the baby?”
He nodded. “But drugs are drugs. They can’t undo all the harm.”
“That’s fine. Please get me some later.”
I left the bathroom. Joe had put on a song and was casually singing when I made my way back. “What’s wrong? Can’t even handle one glass?”
Not bothering with him, I glanced at the table. Apart from the glass I had drunk from, all the others remained untouched.
Ashton and Rebecca sat close to each other. I watched as the woman muttered something to him, and he responded with a slight nod.
The man’s gaze darkened upon seeing me, but he soon looked away.
Feeling my heart ache, I walked to the table and glanced at Joe. “I hope you won’t go back on your word, Mr. Quinn.”