Hearing my unhesitating refusal, Juan, who had been staring at Rosetta, rarely looked at me. But there was inquiry in his eyes.
After all, in the past, no matter who invited me, as long as he was there, I would follow him.
“Clara, stop messing around. Come and eat something first. I'll take you back later,” Juan said.
But i refused, “Juan, I came here with my mother. She is waiting at the door now. If you don't believe me, you can come with me to take a look.”
Juan’s mother and my mother were best friends and the two families had a very good relationship.
To my mother, he was like her son.
Before we were together, he often came to my house for meals.
But since we confirmed our relationship, he had come very rarely, for fear that my parents would find out.
Just like at that moment, as soon as I mentioned my mother, his expression changed. “Forget it, you should go back with Aunt Clarice as soon as possible, don't let her wait anxiously.”
Seeing his refusal, I smiled faintly, said bye perfunctorily and turned away.
I got home and before I even put down my bag, I received a message from him, [I was drunk today, don't mind what happened with Rosetta just now.]
He knew whether he was drunk or not.