Lucy finally realized something was wrong. She shouted, "Hey, what are you doing?"
I ignored her and pulled Estelle out.
"Hey! Come back here!"
Lucy shouted angrily.
Her girlfriends saw that something was wrong.
They said, "Hurry up and chase after him!"
"If you don't, he'll run away!"
Lucy sat on the sofa and crossed her legs.
She said indifferently, "Why chase after him? Don't I know him well? His parents are both highly educated individuals. How could he possibly do something out of line? Besides, he still needs my support in terms of his career."
She picked up a glass of wine and sneered.
"Estelle is a good girl too. They are both pretending to be serious and conservative. Let him be."
I drove Estelle to her apartment building.
"We're here," I said.
She lowered her head and said nothing.
"What's wrong? Did Lucy say something to you? Don't take it to heart. She just talks like that. She doesn't have any ill intentions."
Estelle was silent with her shoulders trembling slightly.
"Hey, don't cry."
I panicked. "I'm most afraid of girls crying."
Estelle suddenly raised her head.
She cried non-stop.
"It's not like that. It's not your business..."
She choked and said, "It's me..."