The Untouchable Ex Wife novel Chapter 925

Renee placed her chin on her palm, leaning into her seat. She was giggling profusely, mumbling on and on about how she wanted to keep going.

"Let's go. No more drinking, or else we aren't going to be able to get home." Jovan snatched the beer bottle out of Renee's hands, refusing to allow her to drink more. Even he was reaching his limit.

"Say… Jovan… Do you think I ate to my heart's content?" Renee grabbed the man's arm, her eyes blank as she slurred her words.

"Of course, you almost finished up Scarlet's stock!"

"Then… Did I drink to my heart's content?"

"What do you think? If you drink any more, you're going to get alcohol poisoning."

"So can you tell me… why Stefan won't… choose me? He… What's his reason?" Renee stood up, swaying slightly on her feet. She held onto the man's collar as she waited for his answer.

Jovan was initially still rather tipsy, but this sobered him up. He frowned coldly. "Why are you still thinking about it?"

"Of course, I am. Wouldn't you want to know why you were abandoned?" Renee covered her face, sobbing into her hands.

"Why are you men like this? He was the one who insisted on getting legally married, then he just disappeared! He swore to spend the rest of his life with me! How could he change so quickly?! Why is my love life so messed up?!"

"You made your choice to shoot yourself in the foot. Who else can you blame but yourself?" Jovan scoffed as he helped her out of the restaurant, standing by the road while they waited for their ride.

"Mhm, I can't sleep if I don't." Renee nodded drowsily, her brain foggy though she insisted on searching for answers.

"Then listen up, I'm only saying this once," Jovan said in a monotonous voice, his gaze chilling. "He's doing this because of Briar Desrosiers. He's doing this for her."

"Briar… Desrosiers?" Renee shuddered slightly, then completely passed out, as if her soul had literally left her body.

Just then, a vehicle arrived at the entrance. "Hello sir, did you call for a cab? What's your destination?"

The man carried Renee in his arms, and looked down at her with a frigid stare. "My place."