Bernadette's POV
I could already feel the alcohol getting into my head already. I’ll probably regret this, but I don’t really care, at least at the moment.
“It wasn’t using if you were sincere with your apology. You’re just delaying the apology because you’re afraid that she wouldn’t forgive you and you still do.” I mumbled. Old memories kept rushing through my mind. It was frustrating me. I hate going back in the past.
He laughed again, “Maybe I do.”
“Are you really like that when you’re drunk?” I couldn’t help but ask although I was quite drunk myself.
Alexander inched towards me, making me almost lose my balance after backing away. He managed to catch me, then proceeded in chuckling again.
“Dense, careless and uncaring, you mean? Maybe I just needed a little break from being ri
