I refused by shaking my head, but Rosy already grabbed a bottle and smashed it hard against my arm.
"Fine, don't drink! Drinking would be too easy for you anyway. You'd never learn your lesson! Who knows how you'd doubt me and Anthony next time!"
"Consider this a lesson. If you can't handle the game, go home! Stop embarrassing yourself here!"
I bit my lip hard, watching blood drip from my fingertips as if my heart were bleeding.
It wasn't that I couldn't handle it. I just didn't want to be the fool in love.
Glancing at the wine glass before Anthony, I suddenly understood why the pregnancy test hadn't shown two lines.
If Rosy wanted to play this game, I wouldn't hold back.
I turned and left decisively, heading straight to the hospital.
I needed eight stitches to close the wound, but I didn't flinch once in the process. Compared to this flesh pain, the gash ripped open in my heart sent a chill through my entire body.
After the wound was treated, my phone screen lit up.