"Ruth, you're drunk." Gavin said flatly, gently pushing her arm away.
Ruth Frazer's expression grew more confused, murmuring, "Am I drunk..."
"Go rest early." Gavin said calmly, turning to go back to his room.
Ruth grabbed his hand from behind.
Her body was weak, her forehead lightly pressed against Gavin's shoulder and back, "Don't go... Even if just for one night, stay with me..."
She was like a lonely woman, softly murmuring, seeking warmth.
Gavin was silent for a moment, then said, "Ruth, don't do something you'll regret."
After all, they'd been friends for years, breaking off like this wouldn't look good.
Ruth's body stiffened slightly.
She hadn't expected to be rejected so bluntly.
Gavin didn't linger any longer, he walked straight away to his room to rest.
