Thankfully, Wyatt Perry caught her in time.
Claudia Ross collapsed into Wyatt Perry's arms, cupping his face with a silly question, "Who are you, why do you... look so much like my husband..."
Wyatt Perry didn't make a sound, grabbed her wrist, and moved her hand away from his face.
"Really resembles him, if you were my husband... how nice it would be, he wouldn't treat me so... so gently..."
"He looks at me with such dislike... really hates me... would you be my husband... please?"
"I'm getting a divorce... I have a lot of money, you know... as long as you're good to me... I could support you..."
Claudia Ross thought she was dreaming, babbling nonsense, not caring if the alcohol on her breath was about to suffocate Wyatt Perry.
He scolded her unhappily, "Why does a woman drink so much?"
"I'm happy... hehe..."
Claudia Ross smiled goofily, and even Wyatt Perry couldn't help wanting to laugh.
"Happy about getting a divorce?"
