I Quit Being Docile, You Beg For My Attention Chapter 2

I shook my head innocently. "No, I was just too scared at home and wanted to find somewhere with more people."

River paused, then said anxiously, "So you came to a bar alone? Do you know how messy this place is? Why didn't you call me? You..."

"River, aren't you going to introduce us?" Sierra raised an eyebrow, smiling.

A flash of embarrassment crossed River's face. He had no idea how much I had overheard.

He gave a brief introduction.

From beginning to end, Sierra's eyes were fixed on me. Suddenly, she patted the sofa beside her, inviting me to sit. Before River could stop her, I sat down.

Sierra took a drag of her cigarette, blowing the smoke directly into my face, her red lips curving upward.

"So this is the good little girl River has been spoiling for the past three years. You do look quite obedient."

I snatched the cigarette from her fingers, stubbed it out in the ashtray, and smiled. "No smoking indoors, okay?"

How dare she make me inhale secondhand smoke. If it were the old me, I would have ground the cigarette butt into her face.

A dark glint flashed in Sierra's eyes.

"I heard you've never been to a bar, and you don't drink or smoke. Are we scaring you?"

As she spoke, she handed me a glass of orange juice. Before I could even touch it, she let go. The glass shattered on the floor.

The crisp sound of breaking glass silenced the room for a moment.

Sierra hissed in pain, grabbing a tissue to press against her foot, which had been cut by a shard of glass. She waved her hand, looking apologetic. "Sorry. If you didn't want orange juice, you should have said so. I'll get you something else."

"Willow!"

River strode over and yanked me away from Sierra. He used so much force that I frowned in pain.

In our three years together, he was always terrified I might get a single scratch. It was no exaggeration to say he treated me like I was made of glass. If someone accidentally bumped into me, he would hold a grudge and retaliate.

A wave of bitterness washed over me, and my eyes reddened slightly.

But now, he was already crouching in front of Sierra, carefully tending to her cut.

His friends leaned in, exaggerating the situation.

"Oh my god, the cut is pretty deep. She's bleeding so much."

"Even if the room is a bit dim, it's not like you couldn't catch the glass."

"Who knows if she really didn't see it or if she did it on purpose."

These people had never liked me. When they first found out River was dating me, some of them had openly and covertly mocked me, saying I wasn't good enough for him.

It was true. In B City, I was just a girl from an ordinary family, while River was a wealthy young master. I played the role of a quiet, obedient girl, which meant I didn't fit in with their crowd, so naturally, they looked down on me.

But I didn't care about any of that, as long as River loved me.

Having stopped Sierra's bleeding, River walked over to me, his face dark.

I pursed my lips and said softly, "River, I didn't drop the glass on purpose..."