I dashed towards him after snatching my hand from the gardener. I was nervous because he couldn't take his gaze away from me. Aria, on the other hand, grinned, as if she was enjoying what she was seeing. I can only say that I will not give her any cause to believe that She has hope in Adams, especially now that she has reached us in this manner.
To my amazement, he smacked my hand when I touched him. Because of what he did, I couldn't respond right away. I was taken aback by his unexpected slap on my hand. As he struck me, the fire dissipated. My heart was crushing at the same time as my eyes were getting hotter. Why is he doing this to me without him hearing my explanation? I couldn't believe it when I looked at him and saw that he hadn't let go of his rage. I want to cry, but I suppose Aria sees me.
I gave him a stern look and bolted from the scene. I never asked him a question about what they were doing. I didn't ask him why Aria was here, even though we hadn't discussed her moving here. But why when it is me? He only saw the gardener with me because he treated me this way for some reason. I fled, but I refused to return home. But before I left, I went to get my money and phone so I might have something to do. Yuna was the recipient of my first message.
"Are you free? Do you want to drink? " As I left their house, I was typing that message. I'm not going home today or in the following few days. I blocked his number before putting my phone back in my bag.
It's a nice weekend, and Yuna isn't in the workplace, so she met fast since I know she's interested in my stories as well. It was just noon, but we were already looking for a bar to drink. I'm going to wallow in booze today in order to forget about all my anxieties about everything. She didn't ask me since I knew she would later after I was drunk. I don't have anything else to conceal from her. My stomach is still empty, so I will absolutely drink more.
Fortunately, despite the fact that it was only lunchtime, we were able to locate a bar. We rushed in fast, and I switched off my phone even though I knew he wouldn't be looking for me. Every time I think of it as the only frail love we have, my heart hurts. We appear to lack a basis and are readily demolished.
There was no one else there yet, and we were the first to arrive. I stopped and quickly ordered drinks that may act as a sedative for me. Yuna was just staring at me, astounded that I was drinking. Because I have a sensitive body, I haven't drunk since I joined Adonis' firm. This is most likely the first time I've had a large amount of alcohol. When I looked at her, her brow wrinkled. It seemed as though her tongue was wanting to enquire what had happened.
“Our relationship is not that strong. I don't have confidence in myself because I feel I shouldn't be c-chosen.” At the last word I said I crouched down and my sobs grew louder. I bowed my head at the bar counter after I swallowed a glass I didn’t know what. It drew down my throat so I thought it’s vodka. Not even salt was provided.
"I'm not sure what you mean. Can you tell me from the start? " She rolled her eyes at me, so I lifted my head and told her right away what had occurred. Even though I couldn't stop sobbing, I wiped away the tears first. My mucous is flowing from my nostrils as well.
When I told him everything, she simply sat there and listened. She didn't stop me from telling her my stories. She didn't say anything after I gave her the story and merely ordered the drink she wanted. I also observe her swallowing the alcohol as if she is a nuisance in her life. I just sat there watching her drink it one after the other, hugging me, and then drinking alcohol again like she was insane. If I'm losing it, I believe this woman is considerably worse.
"I wish I had a love life like yours," she said as she rested her face on the bar counter and looked at me as if daydreaming with ideas. I'd want to tell her that I'm not whining because I enjoy my lovelife; I'm in difficulties because of my boyfriend's ex, who is still acting as if she's in the present. I simply ignored her.
There were a lot of people after we drank, so we decided to walk home, but before we could, a man stopped us. I guess I was amused when I saw who it was because I saw Adams' face. I was going to pass him when he grabbed my arm and pulled me back. When I looked at the man again, I could see Adams's face again. I believe I consumed more alcohol.
"WHY DON'T YOU LET ME GO!? I WILL TELL MY BOYFRIEND ABOUT YOU!" I shoved the man claiming to be Adams, and when I looked back at Yuna, it was as if I awoke to her ghost staring at my enemy. When I looked at the man, I noticed that he was staring at me calmly before he spoke.
"Let's go home," he said calmly to me, but only my face was wrinkled. He is, indeed, Adams. I pulled him away from me when he touched me again. I was going to pass him when he grabbed my hand. I removed that I had struck him as he had smacked me. I gave him a sour grin before speaking.
"You may go home; I'm not returning to that house."