Chapter Thirty Six

"Huh?"

Macy rolled her eyes. "Are you going to keep pretending you don't understand what I'm saying?"

Andrew blinked a few times. He was still trying to digest what the woman wanted from him. Even from today's whole conversation, it all seemed so strange. He then glanced at the two empty soju bottles on the table.

Is Macy drunk? But…

He looked back at Macy carefully. He was trying to figure out whether she was drunk or not.

Macy sighed in annoyance. "If you think I'm drunk, you're wrong. I'm not drunk, Andrew Coangco. I told you, my tolerance for alcohol is quite high.”

Andrew's brows furrowed. Oh, this time Macy can read his mind? And from her words earlier, she looks angry. Did he make another mistake?

Macy snorted then left Andrew and went to the living room where she immediately turned on the television. Andrew, who was still standing near the dining table could only be stunned.