I held my glass and looked at the quiet group of people in front of me with a smile. "Come on. Weren't you drinking just now? Why didn't you guys move when I came?"
"Since no one is moving, I'll drink first."
The glass happened to touch my lips. Before I could drink it, it was taken away by someone the next second.
Andrew looked at me with a heavy gaze.
"Let's go home."
After that, he took my hand and walked out. He was so strong that I couldn't get rid of him.
I was a little bit confused.
Was he angry?
I wasn't even mad. What was he mad about?
Neither of us spoke along the way. He didn't explain why he was going to the bar today and why there was a girl in his arms.
He didn't explain why his attitude toward me was completely different from before.
And I did not ask.
When I got home, I went back to my room to take a shower. The wound on my ankle hurt as soon as it touched the water.
After wiping the water off my body, I changed my clothes and went to bed.
Looking at the empty bedroom, I remembered that he had moved to the guest room a few days ago.
I didn't have the energy to think about other issues and fell asleep soon.