Facing Alan's stiffness, Anette calmly raised her hand and interrupted, "It's okay, you don't need to explain to me."
Her face showed no displeasure, but her nonchalant attitude made Alan's heart even more nervous.
He stepped forward, knelt between the sofa and the table, grabbed Anette's fingers, and squeezed them tightly. "The news is a lie. That night, I was just drinking with my friends at the clubhouse. When I walked out, my legs were a little wobbly, and the woman just helped me walk."
Alan didn't care about Anette's refusal, he immediately explained everything that happened that night in a few words.
He could sense Anette's aloofness, and this woman didn't even show her anger.
And the more she behaved this way, the more Alan lost his confidence.
At this time, Anette sighed and tilted her head to look at the nervous man in front of her. The next second she stretched her eyebrows and smiled.
