NovelEnglishChapter 235 The scent wasn't just of cigarettes but mixed with the unmistakable tang of alcohol.
"Have you been drinking?" "Yeah." His eyes drooped. "Had a few too many with Steven." "Oh" I nodded slightly. “Then you should... go hand get srestr As for him and ne, it was probably best if we kept our distance.
"I just want to be here." He was as stubborn as a child who'd set his heart on a new toy, stepping forward as if to enter Instinctively, I blocked him, stepping back, causing him to stagger backward tically, I gasped, rushing to steady him. "Did he only have a few too many? With his tolerance, a few drinks shouldn't have done this.
Besides, if he had tto drink with Steven, Bryant must have mostly solved the Ferguson Group's issues. Perhaps they are indeed moving forward with the merger with the Myers family. Everything seems to be going smoothly. What could drive him to drink like that?' But before I could ponder any further, he leaned against me, his head buried in the crook of my neck, mumbling, "Babe, I feel awful," My palms clenched as I tried to push Bryant away without causing him to fall, feeling a headache coming on. "I'll call Kevin to cpick you up.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"I don't want to leave." As he said d this, he suddenly wrapped his arms around my waist, causing my whole body to tense up.
It was a gesture familiar from our moments of passion, yet it just made my skin crawl. Every ounce of reason was screaming that it was wrong.
I took a deep breath. "Bryant, let go!" "Hmm." He seemed to fall asleep right on me, his weight noticeably heavier. Fortunately, he wasn't out cold. He managed to muster sstrength as I moved him inside, dropping him onto the couch with a long exhale of relief.
I tapped his face. "Bryant?" But there was no response from him. He was sleeping peacefully.
I grabbed my phone and stepped out onto the balcony, dialing Kevin's number, hoping he could cto take his boss away. After several attempts, all went unanswered. In the dead of night, Gary would be resting, too.
I turned back, looking at the man in a suit who, even in sleep, exuded an air of aloof elegance, feeling utterly overwhelmed.
[Happy birthday, Jane, wishing you all the best.] [Jane! Happy birthday! Love you you'll always be my girl == 3 23 2 P As I fretted, two texts, consistent as the years, popped up on schedule in the middle of the night. Only then did I hazily realize that today was my birthday.
As I was about to reply, Christine's call cthrough. "So, am I the first one?" "Eternal second place. I felt slightly better.
Pretending to be offended, Christine said, "Mark beatto it again, didn't he?" "Yeah." I nodded.
Over the years, only she and Mark have made it a point to messageon my birthday.
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I glanced at the man on the couch, feeling a chill. He never remembered a wish, unless I my birthday, not even asked for it myself. What a pathetic and laughable marriage. "Fine, I won't hold it against him. No one can beat the speed of a perpetually single man,”
After a cheeky bit of wordplay.
Christine chuckled. "So, how do you plan to celebrate? You've waited for waited for your ex-husband to make it special in the past few years, but it always ended in disappointment. Now that you're getting a divorce, I bet he's even less likely to show up. How about we go out for dinner, or I cover and celebrate together?" My eyes drifted to Bryant, the comers of my mouth twitching.
Ironically, his presence this year was more pronounced than in previous years.
But I didn't want to drag Christine into my mess late at night, so I said, "I have a dinner I promised Gregory I'd attend tomorrow. It slipped my mind it's my birthday."
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