Anna gave Annan a fierce glare and chased after him.
Outside the small bar was a narrow alley, rarely busy during the day. Anna jogged to catch up and finally reached the man about to get into his car, "August, wait!"
August Oliver paused with the car door half-open, turning his head.
Breathless, Anna ran up to him, supporting her hands on her knees, taking deep breaths. Only after she had somewhat caught her breath did she stand up straight, pursing her lips as she looked at the man in front of her, "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine." August's stomach was already burning with pain, but he stubbornly didn't show it.
Anna didn't believe he was fine. She reached out her hand to touch him, but for some reason pulled it back. She didn't even know why she chased after him, awkwardly glancing at his car. "You plan to drive back yourself?"
"Yeah."
Anna immediately became agitated, disapproving, "You've drunk so much, how can you drive? Where are you going? Let me take you."
