<b>Chapter </b><b>476 </b>
Someone knocked at the door. It was a waiter. He carried a tray with two sses of aura water designed to replenish energy.
“Sir, Miss, the fighter jet experience can be quite draining. To prevent any difort when you leave, I highly rmend drinking the aura water,” <b>the </b>waiter said, offering one ss to Shermaine.
Shermaine’s limbs felt weak as she leaned against Joshua. “Mr. York, feed it to me.” Whenever she had Joshua around, herzy streak became particrly pronounced.
“Do you have a straw?” Joshua asked.
“Yes, sir.” The waiter left and returned with a straw in the ss.
Joshua held the aura water while Shermaine sipped slowly through the straw. She took <b>a </b>few sips before releasing it.
“You drink some too,” she said.
Joshua shook his head. “I’m fine, no rush. Sheary, finish your aura water first. Then we’ll go dance for a bit before heading back, okay?”
Shermaine nodded.
Joshua truly didn’t seem to need the aura water. He looked perfectlyposed and energetic.
Perhaps because Joshua was beside her, Shermaine didn’t notice the sh of nervousness and unease in the waiter’s eyes.
Joshua didn’t look at the waiter. Instead, he said, “Put it down and leave.”
The waiter hesitated.
Joshua picked up the ss of water and took a sip.
Only then did the waiter respond, “Yes, sir. Have a pleasant evening.” He turned and left immediately.
The aura water worked fast. Within minutes, Shermaine felt her body’s vitality returning. Her mental energy recovered too, and the drowsiness that had
been creeping in vanishedpletely.
After taking just one sip, Joshua set down the aura water and focused on helping Shermaine drink hers.
She finished the entire ss.
“Is that enough?” Joshua asked.
Shermaine nodded. “What about yours? Why aren’t you drinking<b>?</b><b>” </b>
“I don’t really need it.” Without changing his expression, Joshua poured the remaining aura water from his ss <b>into </b><b>the </b><b>trash</b><b>. </b><b>“</b><b>Let’s </b><b>go</b><b>.</b><b>” </b>
Seeing this, Shermaine narrowed her eyes <b>as </b>realization dawned. “There was something <b>in </b>the ss?<b>” </b>
<b>“</b>Probably.” Of course, only Joshua’s ss had been tampered with. Shermaine’s was clean.
Her face instantly paled. “You already took a sip!”
“Just one sip. It won’t affect me <b>at </b>all.” Joshua’s constitution was somewhat different from normal people. His recovery <b>ability </b>was <b>exceptional</b>, <b>and </b>something like this couldn’t harm him.
Shermaine quickly checked Joshua’s condition, taking his pulse to confirm there were no signs of <b>poisoning</b><b>. </b><b>Only </b><b>then </b><b>did </b><b>she </b><b>rx</b>.
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Then Shermaine and Joshua walked out hand in hand.
The waiter came in and saw Joshua’s ss empty of aura water. Assuming he’d drunk it all, the waiter took the ss away without checking
The ballroom had filled up considerably since Shermaine and Joshua had arrived. People were everywhere, creating a sea of formal wear and glittering jewelry.
Shermaine and Joshua made their way toward the dance floor, fingers intertwined.
Just then<b>, </b>a woman approached from the opposite direction and stepped on Joshua’s shoe. As she stumbled, the red wine in her hand sshed toward
him.
Joshua dodged back, but the wine still sttered across his suit.
“I’m so sorry, sir! Are you alright?” The woman apologized.
Joshua epted her apology but didn’t take the tissues she offered.
The woman awkwardly pulled her hand back but didn’t leave. She stood there, trying <b>to </b>figure out how toplete her employer’s task of separating the couple.
Shermaine raised an eyebrow but said nothing.
“Sheary, I need to go to the restroom,” Joshua said.
The woman’s eyes lit up. If he left, her task would beplete.
“Go ahead, I’ll wait here for you. Don’t be long,” Shermaine replied.
Joshua leaned down and kissed her. “I won’t.” He was curious to see what Simon had nned by spiking his aura water.
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