Bankrupt Love: We Broke Up After He Became Rich

　　"Lora, let's get married as soon as possible, okay?"

　　"Lora, I love you so much."

　　Andrew's murmurs seemed to echo in my ears.

　　But the scene in front of me gave me a shock.

　　"Andrew, Lora is here."

　　The man sitting next to me saw me coming in and immediately pulled Andrew, who was drinking with a girl in his arms, with a frightened face.

　　"So what? What's there to be afraid of?"

　　Andrew impatiently threw the wine glass on the table.

　　The next second, the glass flew in all directions.

　　The girl in Andrew's arms was shocked by his sudden action and shouted.

　　The others were so scared that they didn't dare to speak.

　　The sharp pain in my ankle brought me back to reality.

　　"Andrew, let's go home."

　　A couple of Andrew's friends kept switching their eyes between me and him, opening their mouths and finally saying nothing.

　　"What's the rush? It's still early. Come and have a drink with me."

　　He pushed away the girl in his arms and handed me a glass of wine.

　　The girl who was pushed away by him seemed to be a little dissatisfied and clung to him again.

　　"Andrew, you just scared me. Who is she?"

　　As she spoke, she glanced at me and pouted.

　　Andrew smiled. "She's my girlfriend. Do you want me to introduce her to you?"

　　Hearing this, the girl stopped holding his hand. She was a little surprised and embarrassed.

　　"Okay, hello, I'm Lora, Andrew's... girlfriend."

　　As I spoke, I put down my bag and sat opposite them.

　　"Hello... Hello, I'm Angel, Andrew's friend."

　　Hearing her name, I was stunned for a moment.

　　Angel, angel.

　　Andrew used to call me angel as well.

　　There was no sound in the private room, and the lights flickered on our face.

　　"What a coincidence. Come on, don't you want to drink? I'll accompany you."

　　As I spoke, I raised the glass in front of me and looked at Andrew.

　　It was still the same face, but why did I feel so strange?

　　"Lora, you... Andrew was joking. How could he let you drink?"

　　The others also began to agree, looking a little confused and cautious.

　　They didn't seem to understand why the two of us, who had been fine before, had become like this.

　　"Are you kidding? Andrew, didn't you want me to drink with you? Come on."

　　Andrew did not move. He lowered his head and no one knew what he was thinking.

　　I held my glass and looked at the quiet group of people in front of me with a smile. "Come on. Weren't you drinking just now? Why didn't you guys move when I came?"

　　"Since no one is moving, I'll drink first."

　　The glass happened to touch my lips. Before I could drink it, it was taken away by someone the next second.

　　Andrew looked at me with a heavy gaze.

　　"Let's go home."

　　After that, he took my hand and walked out. He was so strong that I couldn't get rid of him.

　　I was a little bit confused.

　　Was he angry?

　　I wasn't even mad. What was he mad about?

　　Neither of us spoke along the way. He didn't explain why he was going to the bar today and why there was a girl in his arms.

　　He didn't explain why his attitude toward me was completely different from before.

　　And I did not ask.

　　When I got home, I went back to my room to take a shower. The wound on my ankle hurt as soon as it touched the water.

　　After wiping the water off my body, I changed my clothes and went to bed.

　　Looking at the empty bedroom, I remembered that he had moved to the guest room a few days ago.