"At least you try. I just hope that before you jump to a conclusion, you ask me first," she said. She twirled the glass of rose syrup. She had enough champagne for the night. She did not want to get too drunk and then ended up being hangovers tomorrow. She hated being unable to remember what happened even just a minute or two. She wanted to remember her own life.
"Don't you believe in me, Ryn?" he asked, a bit hurt when he saw how nonchalant she was when she heard his promise. She did not take him seriously!
She sipped her drink slowly. Then, she poured another glass. "I do believe in you, J, but action speaks louder than words. You're always jealous over silly reasons and even refused to listen to my reason. Can you control your temper and listen?"
