The healed wound on her wrist suddenly felt itchy, as if it was deliberately reminding her of the incident that day.
When she was contemplating about whether to pretend that she didn't see him, Connor had already made his way in front of her. Then, he grabbed her wrist and said, "Come with me."
Being forcefully dragged out of the bar, the embarrassment in Janina was replaced by anger. She forcefully shrugged his hand away and him, who was right in front of her. "Are you mad?"
"Even if I'm mad, it's still better than you getting all drunk and committing suicide."
Connor was used to speak whatever was on his mind. But after seeing her face paled upon his words, his heart ached and he regretted his actions.
He shouldn't have brought it up.
He was a man. But it felt like a nightmare to h
