Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 523 Cutting Ties

The guy found himself taking interest in Yelena's story. A few minutes later…

"My God, fate does not smile at me. The guy I like went on a blind date with another girl. I can't understand him.

She's not better than me, but he still brought her over to his place just to disgust me."

The man patted her shoulder. His face fell, and he shouted, "Men are pigs, miss. Don't fall for his tricks."

"I think so too. Bottoms up."

"We should really stand up for ourselves, sis. There's a whole sea of fish out there. Don't hang on to a single one."

The two of them got tipsy and became close friends. In the end, Yelena collapsed on the table. She wasn't a good

drinker.

The guy stared at the drunken Yelena, and then he snapped out of it. What the hell am I doing? Why did I listen to

her story? The man rolled his eyes and had an intense debate with himself. In the end, he couldn't take advantage

of her. Before he left, he even draped his coat over Yelena.

Yelena was a petite woman, and the coat almost covered her whole body. Hank almost missed her. Someone told

him Yelena went to Luna alone and hadn't come out for an hour. He was going to let Yelena do whatever she

wanted, but then he remembered that Yelena was a bad drinker. She might not even last thirty minutes.

What if something were to happen to her? Hence, Hank went to Luna and found Yelena sleeping on the table. Not

even the blaring music could wake her. He took the coat off and pushed Yelena, waking her up. He stared at her

and asked, "Whose coat is this?" It's a man's coat. I can smell the cologne. Hank's face fell.

"No idea. Probably belongs to a female friend of mine." Yelena's face was red, and she wouldn't stop burping. Hank

couldn't get any answers like this.

He picked her up and left the bar. Then, he placed her on the edge of the flowerbed.

"My butt's freezing!" Yelena pushed him.

However, Hank didn't care. He put his hands on both sides of Yelena and refused to let her stand. "Tell me, whose

coat is this?"

Yelena placed her hands on his shoulders, trying to stay upright. "I can't remember, but it must belong to someone

in the bar."

"Why did you come to the bar?" Hank sounded furious. It was a little scary.

Yelena sobered up a little. She stared at his face and muttered, "Hey, you're getting a new girl, aren't you? Stay out

of my business. You said you never want to see me again." As Yelena spoke, the sadder she became, and she

turned her face away. She refused to let Hank see her cry. You're useless, Yelena. You can't cry just like that, she

thought.

Thinking that Yelena was in no condition to answer any question, Hank stopped asking. Gently, he said, "Don't ever

come to places like this again."

Sounds familiar. He said that before. No, if he's gentler, then it'd be just like the old him. Why is he so nice all of a

sudden? Something stirred in Yelena's heart. It felt like they had gone back to the good old days for a moment,

back when Hank still liked her. "Mind your own business." She shoved him away and leaped off the flowerbed, but

her legs wobbled and she almost fell.

Hank held her up.

"Don't touch me. We're not a couple anymore. I don't need your help. I hate you!" Then, she crouched down and

cried like a child.

Her cry was almost deafening. Hank's heart went out to her, but he also felt a bit awkward. In the end, he patted

her head. "All right, don't cry."

"Do you have any idea how unfair you've been? You're making me look like a simp! No lady worth her salt would do

that. I would've left if I weren't in love with you!"

Yelena was slurring a little, but Hank got the gist of it. Still, he shrugged. "Not the first time you're being a simp. You

did it for two years when you courted Max."

Hank looked into her past behind her back and knew everything. The thought that the girl he liked was a simp for

someone else for two years bothered him.

However, Hank didn't care. He put his hands on both sides of Yelena and refused to let her stand. "Tell me, whose

coat is this?"

"So, you're doing this because you want me to simp for you too?" For once, Yelena got what he was trying to say,

and she wanted to thump him.

Hank knew that was what she would think, but he actually did have that idea. Awkward. I can't explain this to her.

He stood petrified and stared at Yelena, who was still crouching. He heaved a sigh. "Fine, I'm sorry."

"Apology not accepted." Yelena struggled to stand up. She held the decor beside her, holding down her urge to

puke. Her eyes were red and glistening with tears. "I will never forgive you. I hate you." He's so annoying. I'm

already getting over him, and now he's nice to me all of a sudden.

Hank was about to say something, but he saw someone coming closer, and he frowned. "Suit yourself."

Yelena was surprised about the sudden change in attitude. "Am I that unimportant to you?"

There was pain in Yelena's eyes. If it were anyone else, the constant back-and-forth in this relationship would have

driven them away, but she didn't want to leave. She liked Hank, and she didn't even take off their couple's ring. Yet

when she saw how cold he was, the lingering affection she had for him vanished. She thought something was wrong

with his head.

Yelena touched her hand. The ring's cold sensation woke her up. She looked at Hank again, but there was no ring on

his finger. He had taken it off. Irritated by that, Yelena took her ring off and shoved it into his hands. "Fine. Then I'm

cutting ties with you. I hope you'll never disturb me again as you promised."

She wanted to storm off like a brave woman, but when she turned around, she saw Cecelia happily waving at Hank.

Tears fell down her cheeks. Fine. So, you found another girl, but it's none of my business.