DRUNK IN LOVE.

“You’ve begun smoking, haven’t you? I thought you’d stopped because Oceana hates it.”

He smelled cigarettes on me. Damn, his nose is as sharp as always.

When I was back at the clan years ago, Oceana had once caught me smoking heavily at the backyard of the mansion, complaining that she dislikes seeing me smoke and she would like me to stop.

She was quite cute back then. Her expression softened my heart, so I quit doing it.

However, recently I picked up the habit again. I tried to stop smoking, but I still can’t get rid of it.

“Carmine,” I spoke. “Just stop. Can you just pretend that you know nothing? Leave me alone,” I warned. I don’t want to think of Oceana right now.

“Are you scared of the truth?"

“Carmine,” I shouted. The people at the restaurant all started in our direction.

“You’ve always been scared. Till now you haven’t called for the past eight fucking years. I know you fucking miss her so much you wanna scream. Cut me the bullshit, man.”

“How am I like now?’ He shrugg