Soon, however, the embarrassment was interrupted.
Chuck sniffed. He walked up to Vicky and put his hand on her waist on purpose.
“Time to go.” He said.
He looked at Gim, paused less than a moment , and turned back to the car.
Vicky was not very interested in the undercurrent confrontations between them.
When the hand was on her waist, she subconsciously wanted to hit the hand to keep away.
But when she saw Sherly's arm holding Gim, she changed her mind and put up with it. She raised her head as proud as she can and followed Chuck into the car.
From start to finish, Vicky did not look at Gim, not even a single look.
The car, which had been stopped in front of the black car, reversed and then moved quickly towards the banquet.
Sherly was more upset than before. Her fingers were stif
