Alex's words were scattered in the noisy bar, making me feel pain in my heart.
Amy looked at me worriedly.
Alex said he would go to my house to take Luke away.
I shook my head. I would say goodbye to Luke myself.
It was two o'clock in the morning when I arrived at my house.
Sure enough, Luke huddled at the door of my house.
His eyelashes trembled slightly, like a stray dog.
"Luke, get up."
I kicked him, but there was no response.
It took me more than half an hour to drag him into the living room and throw him on the sofa, just like the first day we met.
At that time, I was full of interest in him, but now I was very annoyed.
I slept on the chair all night.
As the morning sun shone into the living room, a shadow was in front of my eyes.
Luke stood in front of me, at a loss.
It seemed that he had woken up a long time ago. Not only had he changed his clothes, but the smell of alcohol was also gone.
"Olivia, you're back."
I found it funny.
I asked him, "Is this a new game? Are you a love-struck character this time?"
He was stunned for a moment.
I stood up and distanced myself from him.
Luke grabbed my wrist and pulled hard, and I fell into his arms.
"You misunderstood Sarah and me.
"You don't believe me?"