"Aunt, why stare at that place?" Arthur asked Isabel, a little worried if she suddenly wanted to go there.
During the time he had lived with her, she very rarely even visited parties and Arthur could confirm that she had never come to a place like a nightclub.
Unfortunately her gaze was increasingly looking like she was interested.
"Listening to DJ music while drinking wine doesn't seem like a bad way to celebrate my success," she said, finally speaking her mind.
Arthur rolled his eyes when he heard that. Once again, he was left unsure of how to respond.
When he was silent, Isabel patted him on the back.
"Come on," she said.
She did not wait for him to speak and took a step. If he didn't follow, she would probably leave on her own. Arthur couldn't possibly not follow her.
However, while crossing the road, she suddenly said, "are you confused about this?"
"Yes..." Arthur didn't argue because he was more than just confused.
