Nox brought Monica to his private room, which was empty.
Monica frowned. "Are you drinking alone?! Where's your fiancée?"
"She has to attend a company dinner tonight," Nox spoke bluntly.
"So you're lonely."
"Do I look lonely to you?" Nox was speechless. "Hurry up. Sit down and drink with me–"
"Urgh! Urgh!" The sound came from the bathroom in the private room.
Monica's hand that was holding the glass suddenly paused, and she turned to look at the bathroom.
"Finn's drunk," Nox said bluntly.
Monica's expression darkened. Then, she put down her glass and was about to leave. She was fine drinking with Nox, but she really did not want to see Finn.
"Monica." Nox pulled her back. "Why are you so afraid to see Finn?"
"I just don't think it's necessary."
"I guess you still can't let go of him"
"I don't like him anymore."
