Chapter 902
Chapter 902:
“I’m not your boyfriend p>
Jared cut her off, his eyes reddening with anger as he glared at her.
Why didn’t Anika understand? He was poor, and now disabled. Being with him would only drag her into trouble. Why would this foolish girl come looking for him?
He fought to contain the storm of emotions inside him, resisting the urge to pull her into his arms. Through gritted teeth, he forced the words out. “Haven’t I told you we’re over? Why are you still here? Anika, since when were you this stubborn? You’re some rich family’s precious lady, and I’m just a nobody. I was only with you for your family’s money. Who do you think you are? Do you really think I’d stay with you for the rest of your life? You think too highly of yourself p>
His voice was hoarse, his eyes sharp and cruel, as if she had done something unforgivable to him.
Anika’s emotions churned violently. She sat there, stunned, her expression shifting from relief to disbelief, then to heartbreak. In the end, she lowered her eyes and quietly placed the porridge on the bedside table.
“Jared, you seem to be in a bad mood right now,” she said softly. “It’s okay. I’ll leave. The porridge is here—remember to eat some p>
With tears pooling in her eyes, Anika stumbled out of the hotel room in a daze.
Over the next few days, she continued taking care of Jared’s daily needs, but he stayed cold and distant, never offering her a single kind word.
At the bar, one evening, Anika sat at the counter, ignoring the waiters’ attempts to talk to her. She held a glass of pale-yellow whiskey and took another swallow.
Glass after glass, she downed four or five in a row.
Her cheeks flushed as the alcohol hit. She rested her head on her arm and murmured, “Jared… Jared p>
Not far away, Marcel was at the bar with a few friends. When he stepped out of their booth, he spotted Anika drinking alone, clearly far past her limit.
A tight feeling gripped his chest. He couldn’t help feeling sorry for her.
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“I’ll be right back,” Marcel told his friends, then walked toward Anika.
When Marcel reached her, it was obvious—she was already drunk.
He glanced at the bartender, then let out a quiet sigh. Gently, he rested a hand on Anika’s shoulder and said softly, “Anika, you’re drunk p>
“What? No, I’m not drunk. I’m not…” Anika vaguely registered the voice. She turned her head on instinct and saw Marcel.
Her face was flushed red as she let out a tipsy giggle. Tugging at his sleeve, she said, “Hey, Marcel. Why are you here? Come on—let’s drink p>
With how stubborn she sounded, Marcel had no choice but to sit beside her at the counter.
“Cheers!” Anika sloppily poured him a glass.
Marcel didn’t take it. Instead, he studied her with concern. She looked exhausted—like she hadn’t truly rested in days.
Just as Anika lifted another glass, Marcel caught her wrist to stop her. “Anika, that’s enough. You’ve had too much p>
“Let me go! Leave me alone!” Anika’s face twisted as she snapped at him. “If you still think I’m your friend, then drink with me,” she added, shaking his hand stubbornly.