"That's good," Cyril nodded in relief, exchanged a few more words with me, and then asked Ronald to take me home.
I got into the car, and the moment I saw Ronald, I couldn't help but recall the scene from that day when I had been drinking the herbal medicine.
Maybe I was still feeling awkward, or perhaps the effects of the alcohol hadn't entirely worn off yet, but I suddenly blurted out, "You must have a great relationship with your girlfriend, right?"
Ronald paused and then gave me a brief glance. "Miss Wenmir, I don't have a girlfriend."
I blinked, completely taken aback. "No girlfriend? Then how did you deal with the scented candle situation?"
Only after saying it did I realize how intrusive the question was. This was clearly personal, and I was overstepping boundaries.
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