Chapter 21
Antonio’s friend touched the back of his head awkwardly.
“Miss Potter, Grace won’t come, and Antonio won’t leave. I could only call you to take him home.”
Amber chuckled and grabbed Antonio’s arm.
But he pushed her away.
Other people’s screams made Antonio sober up.
He looked at the woman in front of him and smiled wryly. “Amber, because of you, Grace is divorcing me!”
Antonio repeated it over and over again and wanted more alcohol.
No one could stop him. He grabbed a bottle of wine and gulped it down.
Amber snatched the bottle away and smashed it on the floor.
Silence befell the private room.
Even Antonio, who had been yelling just now, remained quiet and only looked at Amber in astonishment.
“Antonio, will you grow up? Stop acting like a child. You’re al father–to–be.” With a stern expression, Amber clutched Antonio’s clothes forcibly. “Get up! I’m tired. Let’s go home.”
Antonio had a hot temper. His friends were all afraid of him.
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I was the only exception. Everyone present fell silent.
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The air in the room became suffocating. Antonio said nothing.
Slowly, he stood up, grabbed his clothes, and followed Amber without a word.
They left together.
Hiding in a corner of the wall, I watched them and laughed.
Once, I thought I was special to Antonio.
I followed their cab to a high–end apartment complex.
Antonio got out of the cab and went upstairs with Amber.
In the middle of the towering building, one room lit up.
I waited in the car all night. Antonio didn’t come downstairs.
At 7 a.m. the next morning, Antonio entered the building again with bread.
Looking at the back of his familiar figure, I felt a sense of loss.
Perhaps that was my cue to leave. It was time to end it.
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