After Dumping Him, My Escape Failed

Shane walked toward me step by step, and he was getting closer and closer...

There was a shadow over my head. Then he stopped when he was right next to me.

The sofa next to me sank. He sat next to me with the distance of a fist and didn't look at me again.

"Don't mind me. Continue."

As if he had finally noticed the atmosphere around him, he half-opened his eyes and said indifferently.

"OK! Let's continue. Enjoy my singing!"

Craig was quick to smooth things over, and the private room once more became lively.

Except for the corner where Shane and I were.

After saying that, Shane did not speak again. He sat in situ silently, but no one could ignore his existence.

After an unknown period of time, I felt bored as I had no one to talk to, and my throat was a little dry. I went to fetch some water.

That was what had happened just now.

The more I drank, the thirstier I felt. It was not until I felt a burning pain in my throat that I realized that I had taken the wrong glass.

I choked and coughed a few times. I took a glass of water from someone and poured it into my mouth.

The ice-cold water ran down my throat, and I finally felt comfortable.

When I looked out of the corner of my eye, I found that he was gone.

I was relieved. After a while, I took my bag and planned to leave early.

I had accidentally drunk some wine and didn't know how strong it was.

I couldn't hold my liquor well. I had to go home before the alcohol effects kicked in.

As I walked from the private room to the front door of the karaoke bar, the alcohol had already kicked in, and I had a headache.

I leaned against a pillar and waited for the designated driver.

A few minutes later, a dark green car stopped in front of me.

Cars with a dark green color were very rare, and the car shape was very similar to that of mine.

Feeling dizzy, I opened the door and got in the car.

My world was spinning. I leaned against the window and closed my eyes to rest without talking to the driver.

He said nothing either, and it was very quiet in the car.

Soon, my phone rang, which broke the silence. I put it on speaker and answered the call.

"Ms. Austin, this is the designated driver. I'm here at Paradise Karaoke Bar. Where are you?"

"I..."

My drowsy head suddenly cleared up for a moment. I looked up at once and met the familiar yet strange eyes in the rearview mirror.

I was in the wrong car!

I looked away in a panic. Through the car window, I saw someone holding up a phone and looking around at the door of Paradise Karaoke Bar.

I wanted to get out of the car, but in the next second, the door was locked, and I couldn't open it.

He doesn't want me to get out?

I tilted my head and looked at him with dissatisfaction.

"Wait."

After saying that, Shane got out of the car.

I didn't know what he said to the designated driver through the car window. He glanced in my direction and paid the driver with his phone. Then the driver left happily.

The car door slammed shut, and Shane was back in the car. I felt the chilly and desolate autumn breeze.

"Why won't you let me out? Why did you get rid of my designated driver?"

I asked discontentedly.

Shane tilted his head to look at me. For some reason, the corners of his eyes turned red.

What he said was very harsh.

"Don't you know how much you can drink? Do you want the designated driver to take you home while holding you in his arms when you're drunk?"

I choked on his words and didn't know what to say.

When I was with him, I pulled out a lot of tricks just to be more intimate with him.

For example, when I was a bit tipsy, I pretended to faint in his arms when he gave me a lift home and pestered him to carry me upstairs.