The heavy rain stopped only at midnight, leaving the roadside greenery looking as if it had had a long night's hangover, sagging lazily; the bartender at the classy bar had already reminded them three times, "Sorry, sir, but we're closed now."
"Alright, I'll finish and leave soon." Jack Hugh was never stingy, and each time the bartender came to remind him, he would give a tip.
All the drinks on the table were finished, and Jane's reputation for being able to drink without getting drunk was shattered, as she lay slumped over the table, unconscious.
Jack Hugh gazed at the woman's side profile, her cheeks still wet with tears, and felt a bitter ache in his heart.
What could have upset you so much?
Unable to drive due to drinking, Jack Hugh helped Jane into the car and called for a valet driver, not knowing her address, he had no choice but to take her to his own doorstep.
