A look of surprise surfaced on his face as he raised his right hand and pinched his nose. Indeed, alcohol was the greatest saboteur. He actually had an illusion that the woman sent to him was Arielle.
I must be out of my mind! Wake up!
Vinson closed his eyes forcefully. Just when he was about to open them and take another look, he heard Arielle’s voice beside him.
“You… Why did you enter so quickly?” Even her voice was identical to Arielle’s.
Looks like I’m really drunk.
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