Annie, furious, just ignored him and turned to leave.
Who knew Andrew wouldn't let go, grabbing her arm.
"Ah!"
Annie screamed.
Her arm still had bruises that hadn't faded, and Andrew's grip landed right on them, sending pain throughout her body.
"Let go!"
Annie tried her best to slap Andrew's hand away.
But Andrew, being the person he was, could take hits, and combined with being drunk, his sense of pain was reduced.
So he didn't really pay attention and kept holding her tightly.
"Go reconcile with Lewis; you're not allowed to hurt him."
Oh god!
How did this drunk Andrew turn into such an unreasonable madman?
Other people's love lives, what does it have to do with him?
"Let go of me!"
"Reconcile, and I'll let you go!"
Alan released Shirley's hand and quickened his pace.
Annie's health wasn't good right now, and Andrew was really lacking gentlemanly style.
"Andrew, what good does it do to force me here? You like Shirley, go for her if you have the guts!"
