She just couldn’t understand why, despite his usual control over his alcohol, he had drunk so much tonight.
It must be because of Melanie. She was the woman he had once dated, the only woman he had ever been involved with.
Darren collapsed onto the sofa, one hand shielding his eyes as he muttered to himself.
"Laura, you must be upset after seeing me kiss Melanie today, right? So why don't you get angry? Are you following your mother’s second lesson: learn to tolerate?"
Laura’s steps faltered as she was about to go upstairs, a chill spreading through her heart.
"Laura, your methods are inherited well. Persistent confession, pretending to be pitiful and wronged, all to seduce men. After all, your mother succeeded in this way, didn’t she?"
With each word he spoke, Laura's heart grew colder.
Darren wanted to see anger or jealousy on her face. He didn’t want to see that expression of indifference, as if nothing mattered to her.