Richard Shaw carried the drunken Leah upstairs to rest, while in the living room, Ignatius Leclair originally intended to go back to warm Delphine's bed, but Griffith Squire stubbornly refused to let him go.
"Keep drinking, today one of us must drink until we collapse." Griffith Squire was half drunk, but his courage hadn't fully bolstered yet.
He needed to drink some more to calm down.
Ignatius Leclair's handsome face turned ashen, who the hell wants to drink with this highway robber? Wouldn't it be better to go back and sleep holding his wife?
Unfortunately, Richard Shaw had already slinked away like greased lightning, and he wasn't Griffith Squire's match, forcibly dragged down by his sleeve.
The two men continued their drinking contest in the living room. Seeing Leah had been carried away, Delphine stood up and laughed, "It's cold outside, let's go back to rest."
Aurora Coldwell's cheeks were slightly flushed; tonight was her wedding night.
