“Don't you see what you look like? You're ugly and out of shape, and you're not even comparable to those whores. Are you still trying to seduce Mr. Davis?”
Everyone laughed, and I was so embarrassed that I wanted to find a place to hide.
The purple wine slid down my cheek, blurring my vision.
I saw the man in the center of the booth seem to smile happily and softly.
I was someone who had a strong preference for sound, so I loved the way Jonathan sat on the balcony holding a guitar and sang love songs to me.
At this moment, however, the familiar sound of laughter was particularly jarring.
I was about to carry the tray out the door when I heard Jonathan's cold voice ring out.
“Stop. You messed with me, but you want to leave, right? Will I agree to that? If you finish this drink, this will be over.”
Saying that, Jonathan pushed a glass of wine with an alcohol concentration of 45% in front of me.
The bright color of the wine was like poison in my eyes.
I stood still and never took the glass of wine.
Seeing that, a hint of jealousy appeared in the eyes of the woman who had just thrown my wine and raised her hand to slap me again, but her wrist was caught by me.