Ellen's pale face was full of tears. She knelt weakly in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, and the transparent glass became her support.
Jamie's apartment was on the eighth floor. It was not high, and there were even patrolling security guards occasionally.
As long as one downstairs raised his head slightly, he could see the mad scene in front of the clean glass.
Ellen thought that it was over, but Jamie took out a goblet, shook the remaining champagne, slowly poured the champagne out, and put the goblet in front of Ellen's mouth.
"Don't waste it." Jamie looked at her with a sneer.
Ellen endured the burning sensation, looked at Jamie, and cursed, "Jamie, you are a fucking madman!"
As soon as Ellen finished speaking, Jamie pinched her mouth and poured the champagne in his hand into her mouth.
"Kaff..."
