"Mark, you stupid!" After a while, she finally couldn't hold back and cursed, even though she knew he might not hear her at this moment.
But still, she couldn't help but want to scold him!
Since he knows he's allergic to alcohol, why did he still drink!
Mark closed his eyes, still unconscious.
Stella Noah Jackson sat by the bedside, bent down, and carefully looked at his face.
It was this face, this person, that she had worried about for so long and couldn't forget no matter what.
Even though she had long been hurt beyond repair, her heart just couldn't let go of him.
In the wine cellar, when she saw him falling down, her heart was filled with endless fear.
So scared...
Afraid she'd never see him again in this lifetime.
"If you dare get into trouble, I'll never forgive you!" she bit her lip, threatening him.
