Marrying A Secret Zillionaire Happy Ever After

Chapter 794:

“Hey, are you still sulking because I went off on Collin earlier?” She tilted her head, genuinely confused.noveldrama

Dustin seemed to value his friendship with Collin. She said bad things about Collin a moment ago, and here Dustin was, still pulling a long face.

Still, she didn’t regret it. Honestly, she thought she had gone too easy on Collin.

Dustin finally snapped out of it and replied under his breath, “It’s not about Collin.”

“Oh, come on,” Dolores huffed, grabbing a beer and sliding it in front of him. “Don’t mope. Drink something—it’ll take the edge off.”

Dustin glanced at the bottle, then back at her. His face gave nothing away.

“What are you staring at? Drink it already. But don’t forget to eat first, unless you want to puke your guts out later,” she said.

Without a word, Dustin popped the cap and tilted the bottle back, letting the beer pour straight down his throat.

Dolores blinked in surprise, then laughed. “Wow. So, you do know how to drink.”

With a playful gleam in her eye, she pulled over more bottles. “Alright then. Let’s settle this with a drinking contest. Let’s see who taps out first!”

Dustin didn’t say a word. Beer dripped down his chin and vanished into his collar as he reached for another bottle and chugged it.

As she saw him go all in, Dolores’ competitive side kicked in. She grabbed a bottle, popped it open, and downed it fast.

S🅔𝓮 𝒸𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝓮𝓇𝓈 𝓲𝓷 g𝓪𝗅𝗇ovє𝗅𝓈.con

Time flew. People gradually said their goodbyes, heading out one by one.

Someone glanced over and chuckled. “You two are still at it? Want a ride home?”

Another added with a teasing grin, “Forget that. There’s a hotel next door—might as well get a room there!”

“Oh, please. They’re not even together.”

“They’re adults. It’s not that deep. If they want to share a room, that’s their business.”

Dolores heard the voices through a fuzzy haze. Her face was flushed, her body heavy.

“I’m not going home tonight. I’d just be alone anyway…” she mumbled, her stomach twisting with unease.

Beside her, Dustin winced at the pounding in his skull. He rubbed his forehead and groaned, “Why did you turn this into a drinking contest? We’re both completely wasted.”

Dolores scoffed, “You’re wasted. I’m fine.”

She grabbed her bag and wobbled to her feet, swaying as she headed toward the door.

Before leaving, she turned to wave at the group. “Thanks for the fun! Next time, I’m buying everyone dinner!”

Dustin saw her stumble on the way out and rushed after her. He reached the door just in time—but nearly tripped on the threshold himself.

Dolores turned to glare at him, unimpressed. “What, are you blind? Watch where you’re going!”

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