Upon seeing my resolute response, my colleague cheered me on enthusiastically.

Shortly after, I received a birthday invitation from a good friend, Kelly.

It was not until I arrived at her birthday party that I suddenly remembered something.

Kelly was not only my best friend but also the wife of Oliver's friend.

So inevitably, I saw him again.

Oliver sat amidst the crowd, with the halo of light from the crystal chandelier above casting a shimmering glow on his pretty nose and eyes, lending him an air of coolness and composure.

Upon noticing my arrival, everyone started to quip Oliver and me.

"What's going on with two? Why didn't you come together?"

"Did you guys have a fight? Well, Oliver better drink more and apologize later."

Hearing their teasing, I was briefly stunned. Frowning, I turned to look at Oliver, who remained silent.

Didn't he tell them we had broken up?

Just as I was about to tell him about our breakup, Kelly happily pulled me to sit beside Oliver.

She arched an eyebrow slightly and smiled. "The seat is for you. You're welcome."

Seeing her smiling, I didn't want to ruin this warm and lively scene.

So, I just bit back the words.

Deliberately ignoring the people around me, I directed my attention to the food.

Suddenly, I heard a lot of cheering.

I looked over and saw three glasses of wine in front of Oliver.

He calmly took one of the glasses and drank it all in one gulp.

The people around him began to tease us again.

"Oliver will easily get drunk if he continues drinking like this. Amelia, talk to him."

"Yeah, Amelia, Oliver only listens to you."

Hearing their words, I pressed my lips, remaining silent.

I realized that today's party was not only a celebration of Kelly's birthday but also an opportunity for Oliver and me to reconcile.

I felt Oliver's gaze on me.

Seeing my silence, he continued drinking.

This could be considered a disguised form of surrender.

However, I remained indifferent.

I was unusually calm.

The people who were hyping us up began to sense something was wrong, and their voices gradually subsided.

Kelly came over and asked quietly, "Are you really not going to persuade him to stop?"

"We've broken up. I have no right to persuade him," I declared, making no attempt to conceal it.

The words sounded in the private room, leaving surprise and disbelief etched on the faces of those present.

It seemed that they didn't expect me to be so decisive.