It’s wrong to be jealous, and it’s also wrong not to be jealous. Anyway, no matter what I do, I’m just being troublemaker.
In the evening, Louis asked me to go out for dinner.
It’s really need to go to the breakup dinner.
As soon as I arrived at the private room, I heard the dog barking. I couldn't help but frown. Did he bring Michelle's dog with him?
It doesn’t matter. Let’s have the farewell dinner and part ways in peace.
As soon as I opened the door, a dog rushed towards me and barked at me.
Seeing the dog was about to bite my leg, I was so scared that I quickly stepped back and accidentally bumped into the waiter who was serving coffee from behind.
Suddenly, there was a sharp pain in my scapula.
My face turned pale instantly, and I also had to avoid the barking dog.
Losing my patience, I picked up the cup and threw it at the dog.
Michelle suddenly screamed, "Cathy, what are you doing!"
Sure enough, the dog became more stressed out and bit my calf hard.
Fortunately, I was wearing long pants today and the dog was a small one, but how could it not hurt when its sharp teeth piercing through my jeans?