Chapter 489 You'll Regret It

• Not knowing what would be awaiting her, Whitney nervously twisted her hands together. She sat on the living room couch for a long time, but it wasn't until over an hour later that a sound came from the door.
• She looked up at the door. Dressed in a black suit today, Douglas walked with a stagger as a faint flush suffused his good-looking face.
• Whitney stood up and approached the man, upon which the smell of alcohol on him became apparent. Looking at him with a frown, she asked, "Did you drink alcohol?"