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“Yeah… Evans’ hospitality… Mike, my stomach hurts!” Jo complained.

“What kind of pain is it? Can you explain?” He was truly concerned.

“I am full, I ate too much.”

“Haha… that’s no problem.” Mike felt relieved. “I will make mint tea for you.” As he said, he went to the kitchen.

Jo thoughtfully watched her companion in suffering. He looked battered by excess alcohol, and his eyesight was blurry.

‘You wanted it yourself! Did you think I would fall into your parents' trap?’ She thought. She wanted to ask him, but it was pointless in his state. She wondered what kind of argument they had used.

Matthew was sitting on the sofa in front of her. It looked as though he was trying to muster his thoughts. He was watching her closely too.

He had doubts as to whether what was passing through his mind had happened or if it was just a figment of his imagination. He was contemplating what was real and what was just a product of his drunken brain.