Jeffrey snorted, tossed his fork on the table, walked over to Riley, pushed her away, and left. Dorothy remained silent, a heavy weight pressing down on her chest, suffocating her. Everything she did seemed wrong when it came to Riley. She was truly fed up with this complicated emotional entanglement. She wanted to leave. Vincent watched the light in Dorothy's eyes gradually dim, a bad feeling flashing through his heart. He set down his glass. "Don't take Riley's words to heart. She was just joking."
Dorothy didn't speak. 'Did I put lemon on the barbecue just now? Why is there a sour taste in my mouth?' she wondered. She forced a smile. "Don't worry. I won't hold it against a patient. I'm not that petty."
Vincent frowned. 'She is unhappy, because of Riley?' he thought. Just as he was abo
