Chapter 82

• Her lips parted, then she shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “Why would I be? Of course, I don't expect you to say you love me too.
• At least, you shouldn't have run from me like I had said something so despicable.” Putting the flute to her lips, she tilted back her head and gulped down the expensive champagne like water.
• That was how he knew she was really angry. For a long, awkward moment, Andrei just stood there, pretending nothing was wrong. They didn’t speak or touch or even look at each other as, all around them, people drunkenly, joyously celebrated the New Year. Finally, Andrei could bear it no longer.