Chapter 532: Don't regret it!

Ten o'clock.

A man drenched in the stench of alcohol walked in.

Seeing Sally Jefferson sprawled on the sofa, he started to turn away, "Wrong room."

Sally rose abruptly, her movements seductive as she sidled up to him and hooked his neck, "Since you're here, why not stay awhile?"

The man paused, surprisingly not refusing, and allowed her to pull him down to sit on the sofa.

Sally poured him a glass of wine, extending the stemmed glass towards him, "You're already drunk. You don't mind having a bit more, right?"

The man shook his head.

Alcohol, it seemed, had become his sanctuary, his lifeblood.

He made to snatch the glass from Sally's hand, but she swiftly retracted it. His face contorted in anger, "What do you think you're doing!"

"Nothing."

Sally leaned toward him, the powerful reek of alcohol assaulting her senses. She scrunched up her nose, suppressing her disgust, and smiled as sweet as a blooming flower, "I'm going to feed you."