Her voice was indifferent. "Isn't this the type of relationship we have?"
His blood-red eyes widened, his breathing heavy. "Xixi, have you never liked me at all?"
"Mr. Wan, are you joking?"
"..."
She smiled, but her voice was icily cold. "Mr. Wan, one shouldn't be too greedy. You're about to marry another woman, yet you're asking me if I ever liked you…"
"So, you're saying you've never liked me?"
"We've never gotten that far in our relationship!"
Furious, he flung her hand away and stormed out.
Yan Xixi chased after him, only to find the door locked from the outside. Unease filled her. She couldn't just grow wings and fly out of this situation. She glanced at the half-empty bottle of wine on the table, a faint hope stirring within her. Perhaps it was the alcohol. Maybe when he sobered up tomorrow, he wouldn't be so unreasonable.
That night, she tossed and turned, unable to sleep. She only drifted off as dawn broke and then slept soundly until the afternoon.
