Marrying Without My Eight-Year Boyfriend Knowing novel Chapter 87

Jorge looked at me without thinking there was anything wrong with the suggestion from his friends.

"My buddy wants to see it, so just show them. Don’t worry, I’ve got your back."

His voice was so confident that it made me feel like drinking a little wouldn’t be a big deal.

One glass of red wine went down, and a wave of heat mixed with discomfort and itchiness hit me.

I looked at Jorge for help, but I couldn’t say a word.

He didn’t even glance my way, following his friends as they sang and danced.

In the end, if the waiter hadn’t noticed something was wrong and called me just in time,

I might have already been in serious trouble.

After that incident, he never apologized.

It was our first cold war, but in the end, he didn’t apologize.

Instead, he shifted the blame, saying, "This is the limit for you? Looks like you can’t handle much after all."

His gaze was like ice, and though my heart hurt, I still chose to let it go.

Just hold on a little longer.

Isn’t it normal in a relationship for one person to bow their head more often?

It’s fine if that person is me.

I don’t mind.

But do I really not mind?

That’s a thought only I knew at the time.

That night, Liam was taking me to a banquet.

He had told me about it more than a week in advance, and asked me to pick out an outfit.

Then, based on the clothes, he helped me choose matching jewelry.

What I didn’t expect was that I’d run into familiar faces at the banquet.

Jorge had a cold expression, his arm around his ‘current girlfriend.’

They were talking with a strange woman, who was smiling and chatting with his ‘current girlfriend.’

“I heard Liam’s back. You should really seize the opportunity.”

“Of course, we’ll be like sisters soon, and if we’re sisters-in-law, how great would that be?”

“You don’t want to be the only one with a big frame when all the other guys’ girlfriends are slim and fit, right?”

Seeing me lost in thought, his expression became impatient:

“Forget it, eat if you want. Who can stop you?”

After that, I rarely ate sweets.

I picked up a piece of mousse and brought it to my mouth. "Aren’t you worried I’ll get fat?"

Liam smiled. "I’d actually prefer that. Being too thin is unhealthy, putting on a little weight is good for girls."

He moved a little closer, taking my hand and poking his own arm, his voice low enough only the two of us could hear:

“I’m a man with normal strength, so don’t worry. I can carry you.”

Then he picked out a few more things for me to try, but his work colleagues quickly surrounded him.

Everything he picked was something I liked.

After just a few bites, I noticed a waiter hurrying by in my peripheral vision, carrying no tray, but holding a glass of wine.

That glass of wine ended up in Liam’s hand.

For some reason, I couldn’t shake the feeling that something was off.