The strong liquor burns down the throat（1）

To her surprise, Alice Garcia was sitting conspicuously next to John.

John's long arm rested on the back of the sofa behind her, seeming to encircle her.

The lighting in the private room was dim, and Alice Garcia glared fiercely at Jane under the hazy light.

Since learning that Jane had gone to the United States, she had been ecstatic. Her fantasies about the future made her feel like she was living in a dream every day. But at noon today, she suddenly learned from a friend's circle that had been on fire from Brandon Chen that Jane had actually returned to China!

She had thought Jane was already in prison in the United States, but she had returned without a word, and caught her off guard!

Despite her ruined reputation, there was still a scion of a wealthy family pursuing her?

And he even ambiguously wrote "the future looks promising."

Just because of Chen's president's circle of friends, Jane had become noble again in an instant.

"Jane, you're here." In an instant, a multitude of emotions flashed through Alice's mind. She adjusted herself and greeted Jane with a smile, then sneakily looked at John. The man's handsome face was partly hidden in the darkness, and his expression was hard to discern, but she could feel the icy aura emanating from him.

His arm was resting behind her, and she couldn't help leaning back against him. When she lightly touched him, she even felt the warmth coming from the man.

She pretended to accidentally brush his shoulder, and he didn't push her away.

This gave her great confidence, so when Jane approached, she immediately picked up the vodka bottle and poured a glass for her. "Latecomers must drink three glasses, here's one for you."

Jane looked at the large glass and remembered the doctor saying that she shouldn't drink alcohol due to her illness, as it would worsen her cough and cause many problems. She thought she would rather be a cowardly dog than drink.

So she looked at John for help.

He sat up high like an emperor who could sentence someone's life or death, indifferent to everything.

When Alice Garcia approached him repeatedly and he didn't push her away, she saw the cruelty in his helplessness.

Tonight, John deliberately wanted to see her embarrassed.

How could he possibly help her?

"Jane, don't you want to save face for John?" Alice Garcia raised her eyebrows, showing dissatisfaction on her exquisitely made-up face.

She returned to reality and looked at the other people in the private room. She knew Kevin and Mark, but they were on the same side as John and wouldn't help her. The other people seemed to be afraid of John and wouldn't help her either.

"How could I not give face to Mr. John?" She had no choice but to reach for the glass and drink.

The spicy liquid slid down her throat like a handful of salt sprinkled on a wound, causing her to shudder all over. After finishing one glass, she felt dizzy, but before she could recover, Alice Garcia had poured her a second glass.

She smiled faintly, with a hint of flames in her melancholy smile.

She drank the second glass.

And then the third glass.

John was the towering tree in her heart, and with each sip of the strong drink, she pulled out each root of him that was planted in her heart, leaving no trace of blood or bone.

After the third glass, she turned the glass upside down on the coffee table, and bent over to catch her breath.

The cough that had been suppressed by medication was now trying to escape, and she tried to endure it while sweating profusely. Her straight back trembled slightly from the effort.

Just as she was trying not to reveal her embarrassment, Alice Garcia suddenly exclaimed, "Jane, your dress is so unique, is it the patchwork style that's popular this year?"