Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
“Something happened at the company?” At this moment, Susan was leaning against a lamppost by the side. She didn’t blink her big and misty eyes and was talking with her head tilted to the side.
Faye nodded silently. She pulled her towards the parking lot. “Let’s go. I’ll send you home first!”
“No need!” Susan flung her hand away and said softly, “Hurry back to the office. It’s only nine in the evening now. I can head home myself!”
Faye looked suspicious. “Are you sure?”
Susan smiled and tidied the hair strands by her ears. Her scattered hair swayed in the night breeze. “I can take a taxi back. It’s not that far!”
The company matter was too urgent. Faye didn’t dare to delay things.
After personally sending Susan in a taxi, she hurriedly headed back to the company.
Faye didn’t expect that after turning a street, Susan would get the driver to stop the car. After alighting, she entered another music bar.
There were two bottles of Johnnie Walker Black Label, a bucket of ice, and ten bottles of iced red tea on the coffee table.
Susan skillfully mixed the Johnnie Walker Black Label and iced red tea together. She then added some ice cubes. She sniffed the crystal cup, squinted her eyes in satisfaction, and took a big mouthful.
The concentration was just right. There was the sweetness of iced red tea and the astringent aroma of alcohol.
She took out her phone and turned on the music player. She leaned against the sofa and listened to the prelude with a lonely expression.
Tom was back.
Xyla’s words were like a curse that kept circling in her ears.
It was just like the song lyrics: As long as you love the wrong person, heartache is more realistic than happiness, why is love so ironic…
Susan was like an abandoned doll as she sat in the corner alone pitying herself. She wasn’t melancholic. It was just that she had encountered too many things today and couldn’t recover in time.
Before she knew it, she had already drunk half a bottle of Johnnie Walker Black Label.
Susan’s face was red. She sat on the carpet with a lost look. She tilted her head and while holding a bottle of alcohol in one hand, she said, “Is marriage a big deal? Do you think that only you could get married? You scumbag!”
Hans witnessed this scene when he pushed open the door of the room.
Susan lay sprawled on the table in the dimly lit room as she hugged a bottle of alcohol. Her slender legs under her jeans leaned casually to the side. She had also kicked off her shoes.
The drunk Susan looked attractive and her smile couldn’t hide her elegance. Her peach-shaped eyes were watery, clear and innocent. Her red lips were moist and she looked charming. Her lazy actions brought out a trace of decadent sexiness.
Hans quickly kept his gaze. He looked at Brad, who didn’t look good, and silently went out and closed the door.
Brad stood by the door. His deep eyes were calm and cold. He could faintly hear drunk words from Susan’s mouth. The name ‘Tom’ was especially obvious.
In the hazy light, Susan saw a vague figure appear before her.
Upright, handsome, outstanding, extraordinary temperament.
She tilted her head in a daze. She covered her mouth with the back of her hand quietly. Her face was flushed red and she muttered to herself, “Oh… this bar provides special service?”
Brad was speechless.
The man was silent for a while. He strode to Susan and leaned forward slightly. His eyes were focused and he tapped her forehead with his fingertip.
Susan’s head swayed. She reached out to fiddle twice on her forehead. She blinked her watery eyes and grabbed his finger.
“Why are you poking me?”
She suddenly grabbed Brad’s fingertip. The warm and soft palm was like a ball of fire that spread from his fingertip to his heart.
Later, Susan fell asleep hugging the bottle of alcohol. In her dream, there was a pair of hands hugging her and caressing her flushed face. That fingertip was slightly cool and it was a gentle action. She felt like she was a treasure cared for in the palm of one’s hand.
This was a sweet dream.