Protecting His Wife

After speaking, I lifted my full glass of wine. Resisting the urge to throw up, I chugged down a few glasses in a row. My alcohol tolerance wasn’t that high to begin with. Hence, by the third glass, a dull ache had formed in my lower abdomen.

Nolan sensed the change in me and held down my hand. Glancing at Tristan, he said slowly, “Tristan, she’s still your wife now. You know she can’t drink in he