Max Shaw sits up, squinting as he inhales and exhales smoke, "You drank too much, held onto me without letting go, saying you can't live without me while you vomited all over me..."
"Stop talking nonsense. My drinking isn't that bad." Eva Ronan replied with a stern face, full of momentum, "Max Shaw, do I need to say it again, the two of us..."
"Is Samuel Foster chasing you?"
Before she even finished speaking, she was interrupted.
Eva Ronan's throat choked, the aftereffects of a hangover making her unable to think straight.
Max Shaw bit the cigarette, suddenly reached out and pulled Eva Ronan over, "I say, Miss Ronan, we're still unclear about each other, and you've already found your next option so quickly. Do you think I can't break you two up?"
"Who's unclear with you?" Eva Ronan struggled in his embrace, shrugging her shoulders, "Don't be shameless."
"Need me to detail our tangled history over the past six months?"
