Samara was stunned for a moment, but she quickly reacted.
She put her phone back into her bag and walked to Roland with a smile. "Roland!"
Although Samara was smiling, there was a coldness in her eyes. Her voice was a bit hoarse.
As soon as Roland heard Samara's voice, he knew that something was wrong. He also stopped smiling. Smelling the strong smell of alcohol on Samara's body, Roland asked, "Have you drunk?"
Roland thought, it isn't the smell of red wine, so it shouldn't be a social engagement.
Samara nodded and did not deny it.
However, Samara did not want to talk about it. She only asked, "Roland, you have liked me for eleven years. Why do you still like me now?"
Samara looked at Roland, her expression clearly different from before.
Roland said, "Does it need a reason?"
"So why do you still like me?"
Samara had liked Chaim for eleven years, but she had already decided not to like him anymore.