NovelEnglishChapter 1365
"Eugene, I'm telling you one more time. | don't need you here. Just go home," Lydia's tone grew more impatient.
She had cout late to have a drink, clear her mind, and ease her frustrations, not to have Eugene hovering
around, nagging her endlessly.
Eugene, however, didn't budge. Instead, he sat down beside her and opened a bottle of beer for himself.
"If you want to drink, then I'll drink with you. Whenever you've had enough and want to go home, I'll take you."
Lydia found herself at a loss for words. Suddenly, she no longer felt like drinking. She placed the bottle aside and
looked at the men and women swaying wildly in the dance floor under the neon lights.
How she wished Quincy was the one beside her right now.
"Lydia, how about we head over and dance for a bit?" Eugene offered.
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Earlier, as he walked into the bar, he spotted Quincy. That man really was everywhere, like a shadow that
refused to disappear. Or maybe it was just fate. No matter how they tried to avoid each other, they always ended
up in the splace.
But fate or not, Eugene was determined to cut that connection. He wanted Quincy to see them, dancing close,
their bodies brushing up against each other.
Lydia shook her head. "You go ahead. | just want to sit for a bit."
"If you're not going, then I'm staying right here. | only want to dance with you. I'm not even interested in looking
at anyone else." Eugene scooted closer to her, closing the distance between them.
He even reached out, as if testing the waters, his fingers inching toward hers.
Just as their fingertips were about to touch, Lydia abruptly stood up.
"Where are you going?" Eugene thought she was angry and was about to follow her.
Lydia shook her head. "I'm just going to get sjuice. I'll be right back. No need to follow me, just wait here."
Eugene relaxed, sitting back down. He pulled out the jewelry he had bought earlier, planning to give it to her
once she returned.
Meanwhile, Lydia made her way to the bar. As she moved, a man sidled up to her, trying to make an unwanted
move.
Lydia wasn't one to tolerate that.
She grabbed the man's hand and then, with her high heel, stomped on his foot with all her might, grinding the
heel in for good measure. Her stiletto was sharp and deadly, nearly crushing the man's foot.
"Ah! You little wretch! Acting all innocent! Who the hell do you think you are? You cto a bar, you're no better
than any other girl here!" The man winced, cursing her through gritted teeth.
He smelled the alcohol on her and noticed her flushed cheeks, figuring she must have had more than a few
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmdrinks. He was a grown man. How could he not handle a drunk woman?
With that thought, he reached for her waist, but Lydia grabbed a nearby bottle and smashed it over his head.
"Try touchingagain. In your next life, maybe!"
The bottle hit its mark with a solid thud.
The man's rage flared up. It wasn't just the pain. It was his pride being trampled on. He was not going to let this
woman get away with it.
Just as he raised his fist to strike
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her, someone else charged in, kicking him to the ground and slapping him hard across his swollen face multiple
times.
"Have you cto your senses?" the newcomer shouted.
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