In the early morning, I took my bag and was about to leave when Lara suddenly appeared and stopped me.
"I didn't come home last night. Aren't you worried about me, Danny?"
I was stunned. I didn't care about her whereabouts at all, so how could I know that she didn't come back all night last night?
"I drank too much last night. I was worried that if I came back, I might wake you up, so I asked Austin to send me to a nearby hotel..."
When she said that, she stared at me without blinking.
I knew she was trying to use Austin to provoke me.
What kind of expression on my face was she expecting to see?
Grievance? Anger? Or perhaps disappointment?
But she would be disappointed this time.
"You didn't come back last night?" My tone was indifferent, showing no emotion.
Lara's eyes turned red in an instant, and tears were welling up in her eyes.
Before, I was the one with the mood swings, while Lara always remained indifferent.
Now that our roles had reversed, I felt no pity for her. I was filled with indescribable restlessness.
She stared at me, her big eyes teary. It seemed she was waiting for me to admit I was wrong.
Unfortunately, I couldn't understand what she meant, and I didn't want to.