Chapter 67

~Sabrina

I settled myself down on his bed. After shutting the door, he walked towards the bed, but instead of sitting on it, he sat on the floor, making himself comfortable, with one hand placed on the bed, holding his head.

He arched his head upwards, his tired eyes lingering on me. I stood from the bed and sat on the floor beside him, placing the glass cups carefully between us. I then opened the wine and poured us each a glass. He grabbed his cup and, to my shock, emptied the whole thing.

"Richard, you shouldn't gulp down alcohol that way. This is too heavy!" I raised the bottle to my eyes, reading its content, "It has 47% alcohol in it, which is quite strong, especially since you haven't had anything to eat at all."

He blinked, focusing his lazy gaze on me. "I don't care about any of that, Sabrina."

I sighed. "I am not surprised."

He was going through a lot and did nothing to hide it right now. If he continued on this path, he would soon become a shadow of himself. The Richard I