Chapter 372: Deliberately Being Ambiguous, Making Him Jealous.

That night, Violet Don came back late. Chris had drunk quite a bit and grabbed Violet over and over, saying, "I'm telling you, listen to me carefully—you can't go back to Noah Bates."

Violet was amused by how serious Chris looked. "How long has it been already? Why are you still talking about this? I've divorced him ages ago, okay?"

Chris, drunk, shouted, "I'm just worried that that son—son of a bitch will come messing with you again! And you, with no sense of self-preservation—he treats you well for a bit, and you start trusting him again… Then, then I'll—ugh—die from anger, I swear…"

He was slurring his words from drinking too much, and Violet couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"Alright, alright, you're drunk and just repeating yourself."

Chris gripped Violet's shoulders tightly, the mixed-race beauty staring at her with a drunken, damp, yet eerily serious gaze.

He murmured, "Dawn, I'm serious. Don't go back to Noah Bates. Promise me."