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.
She yelled at me in exasperation, “Bitch, don't be shameless. A lot of people can't enjoy Mr. Davis' wine.”
“Go ahead and hold her down. The one who dares to refuse me has not yet been born!” Jonathan's voice was as cold as ice, with a sense of oppression that could not be denied.
As I was about to leave, I was kicked in the knee by the man Jonathan brought with him.
With a thud, I slumped down in front of the two men.
The sharp pain made my face pale, and cold sweat continued to drip downwards from my forehead.
The dignity I was so proud of was now being stepped on by my most beloved man.
The sadness in the bottom of my heart could no longer be suppressed as it surged upwards.
The woman ripped off my mask and plunged her long nails into my skin in retaliation.
I frowned in pain and struggled desperately.
She stopped Jonathan's view and poured a full glass of wine into my mouth as if she was venting her anger.
I drank it so quickly that I choked on it and blushed all over my face. I couldn't help but slump to the ground and cough, curling up into a ball in pain.
I was allergic to alcohol, and even a little bit could make me choke.
After a while, my face began to flush with a dense red rash, and I was breathing more and more heavily.
The woman let go of me with satisfaction and lay tenderly into Jonathan's arms with a delicate smile.