Chapter 1729

Dior only grew irate the more she thought of what went down with Harry and Sonia. She gripped the beer bottle and drank mouthfuls of the content. Dior, with a face stained with tears, made a pitiable sight, and Charmine accompanied her in silence. Charmine admired Dior. Dior, at least, could cry out her heartbreak and vent everything out. Her heartbreak, on the other hand, was silent. Dior cried, drank, and cursed the ‘douche’ the entire night. A few bottles in, Dior clenched her fists and laid her head on the table, face-down. Her eyes were shut, but her mouth remained open as she mumbled, “Jerk. I’ll be waiting for the day you cry!” Charmine was half-drunk, but she was relatively sober regardless. Hearing Dior’s small rants, her red lips curled into a chilling smile. She leaned on the chair as she cast her intoxicated gaze toward the moon, squinting as she did. She lifted her bottle and raised a toast to the moon before she continued to drink. A long while later, she