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Soon, Aunt Morgan came over with a bottle of red wine, and carefully admonished, "Young Mistress, drink less."
Lucas Griffin looked towards Amanda Jenkins and said, "If you want to be that enthusiastic with me again tonight while drunk, I wouldn't mind."
The hand that Amanda was about to use to take the wine bottle stiffened in mid-air.
She had no recollection whatsoever of what had happened that night.
But it wasn't hard to imagine that her drunken self must have been particularly embarrassing.
She hadn't thought that wine could betray her, too.
Previously in London, UK, when she got drunk, she would just fall asleep without a thought, empty her mind, not contemplating anything, nor would she act wildly.
How could it be different around Lucas...
Blame could be placed on Lucas for being too close to her, causing her to lose control.
Lucas curled the corner of his lips, "However, I hope you can switch to another song tonight."
