Era"Fuck!"Henry was mumbling some cusses countless times as he drove like a madman through the city streets, narrowly avoiding collisions with other vehicles. His knuckles were white at the tight grip he had on the steering wheel.On the other hand, I was wiping my tears away, trying to calm my racing heart and steady my breathing. Why was he mad all of a sudden? Was it because of what I did? Of course, it was because of what I did. "I'm so sorry. I was drunk."He was completely ignorant of my emotions. The very mention of that from him made my chest muscles tense, forcing my heart to pound so hard. So, why did he kiss me? Was it truly due to that stupid whiskey, or did he desire me but decline to accept it? We came home at around two in the morning. From the parking lot to the elevator and down the corridor, his lips were as silent as the cold air. He, too, was cold.He let me enter the apartment first, but I didn't go to my room immediately. Instead, I faced him with my fists cl
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