A hysterical scream sounded, and someone rushed over, aiming to slap me. Suddenly, a strong arm wrapped around my waist. When I looked up and saw Christopher’s furious face, I nestled in between his arms and sobbed, “Chris, I feel terrible.”
“It’s okay. I got you.” Christopher sat me down on the chair and said, “Wait for me here. I need to deal with some things first and will be right over. Okay?”
“Okay.” I nodded. Immediately, Christopher turned around and gave the thugs a beating, knocking them to the ground. When a few bouncers approached him, he muttered something that caused them to apologize repeatedly and leave. The bartender even sent a cocktail over to my table for free.
Seeing that I was about to reach for the cocktail, Christopher immediately snatched it from me and gulped it down. Then, he wrapped his arms around me and asked softly, “Let’s go home. All right?”
“No. I don’t want to.” It was my first time rejecting him so straightforwardly. “Chris, I want to continue drinking. Stay and drink with me, won’t you?” I asked while pointing at the glass.
“Getting drunk is a terrible thing. Trust me when I say that you’ll regret it tomorrow morning,” he advised helplessly while kissing my forehead.
“It’s okay. I’ll only worry about it tomorrow. For now, I just want to be happy.” I laughed and placed Christopher’s hand to where my heart was. “Chris, it aches here, and only alcohol can make it better. So drink with me, okay?”
“Okay. I’ll drink with you.” After seeing how heartbroken I was, he accepted my request and agreed to drink with me. While drinking, we talked about nonsense, and he would second anything I said. Even when I insisted that it was morning, he would not refute me. In reality, my phone showed that it was currently five o’clock in the evening.
“Chris, am I destined to be alone? Besides you, no one is willing to treat me well. Am I really that horrible? Everyone hates me,” I mumbled while holding the glass.
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