After dinner, The Siren Crystal Dawson wasn’t satisfied and as usual, dragged Leah Lane, Tiana O’Connell, and to hit the bars. She declared that if she never married, nightclubs would be her second ho.
"Ha, it’s just n, right? Take a look, aren’t there all kinds here?" She shook a glass of wine, raising her chin to show us the variety of n coming and going in the bar.
If only I had the sa disregard for n as Crystal Dawson, I wouldn’t have had insomnia and nightmares last night.
I dread of the day I married Henry Preston, except my face was swapped with Zoe, Henry turned into a gentle soul, gazing at ’’ with eyes that could drown soone.
If that’s not a nightmare, what is? Just thinking about it makes uncomfortable all over.
"Zoe, that dance you did at the bar last ti was so alluring. Care to spice things up again today?" Leah Lane suddenly laughed mischievously.
"Right, and was it not Henry Preston who took you away afterward?" Crystal Dawson’s eyes sparkled, "n are just roguish; ho flowers don’t sll as nice as wild ones, but once ho flowers turn wild, they’re no longer pleased."
Tiana O’Connell focused on sothing else, "Wasn’t that girl that Henry Preston was chasing a college student? I must say, she looks so pure. Isn’t that dominated by the pure desire style? I’d say she’s exactly that type."
After leaving with Henry Preston that day, there were still a bunch of friends left in the bar, and Zoe; I had no idea what happened afterward, just that Zoe called and texted Henry Preston.
"Pure desire, my ass!" Crystal Dawson’s face was full of disdain, "What good is bad character? Entangled with a married man without drawing a line, and then coming to the bar to drink, she’s clearly a green tea."
"Don’t say it like that," I took a sip of wine, laughed bitterly, and said, "Don’t you know what kind of person Henry Preston is? A college girl from a normal household like Zoe can’t resist his five-finger mountain of power."
Crystal Dawson put down her glass, held my face in her hands, eyes wide open, "Zoe, how can you speak for a howrecker? Whether she’s forced or proactive, it’s just immoral!"
Tiana O’Connell added, "Yes, we must be lenient with ourselves and strict with others!"
The two made laugh. They didn’t know my current state of mind; I didn’t want to obsess over things destined to happen, fighting for a reversal would only give breast cancer, and I’d die young successfully.
As we drank and chatted, a familiar voice ca from behind, "What would you like to drink? It’s on ."
We all turned around to look, and there was Silas Lockwood, dressed like a butterfly, leaning on the bar, intentionally using his bass voice to flirt with won.
"Then drink with !" The woman was obviously a pro at hooking up n, her voice sickly sweet.
"If you get drunk, I’m not responsible!" Silas Lockwood hadn’t noticed us yet, focused on picking up won.
"If I get drunk... just find a place for to sleep, okay?" The woman laughed sowhat promiscuously.
Just as their eyes were entangling, ready to drink and have fun, Crystal Dawson’s evil side erged, and she suddenly shouted, "Silas Lockwood! Did you just co out to play after treating your impotence at the hospital? Didn’t the doctor tell you to abstain for three months?!"
The shout nearly made Silas Lockwood drop his glass, his face quickly turned from surprise to anger, searching for the culprit who slandered him. When he saw Crystal Dawson, his anger turned to dismay.
Hearing Crystal Dawson’s words, the woman showed a look of suspicion and disdain. After her eyes darted to Silas Lockwood’s lower body, she snorted and turned away.
Leah Lane, Tiana O’Connell, and I couldn’t help but laugh, Crystal Dawson can be really wicked.
Silas Lockwood, though terrified, still approached us for the sake of his dignity, pointing at Crystal Dawson angrily, "You tiger girl, stop spouting nonsense and ruining this young master’s reputation!"
"Silas Lockwood, do you rember I told you I’d hit you every ti I see you?" Crystal Dawson stood up, her aura fierce despite being shorter than Silas Lockwood.
Silas Lockwood stepped back, stamring, "W-why hit ? I didn’t wrong you..."
Crystal Dawson raised her hand as if to hit, and Silas Lockwood pitifully shielded his head, "Try hitting , don’t think I won’t hit won, dare and I’ll have my dad arrange another match for you—"
The words stopped abruptly as Silas Lockwood seed to realize he’d said sothing wrong.
Indeed, Crystal Dawson’s expression changed drastically, grabbing Silas Lockwood by the collar, "Damn you, was that bald donkey introduced by your dad?!"
"Who told you to hit first?" Silas Lockwood’s face was full of righteous indignation.
"I hit because you’re a bastard!" Crystal Dawson was furious, hitting him left and right. Silas Lockwood scrambled away, Jason Forrest appeared just in ti to block him.
Since both Silas Lockwood and Jason Forrest were in City A, it ant only Henry Preston and Zoe went to another city.
My heart sank a bit.
"Miss Dawson! Beauty Dawson! Please calm down, Silas is young and thoughtless, be the bigger person and don’t hold it against him." Jason Forrest tried diating.
"For heaven’s sake, if Zoe had her dad introduce you to a 150-pound widow as a wife, what would you do?" Crystal Dawson asked sternly, hands on hips.
Jason Forrest looked at , seemingly putting himself in such a scenario quite successfully, indicating a readiness to settle scores with !
Crystal Dawson pointed to Silas Lockwood behind Jason Forrest, "Then step aside, I’ll send him skyward today."
Jason Forrest really stepped aside, and with no one to protect him, Silas Lockwood ran as Crystal Dawson gave chase. They played tag through the noisy bar, escape impossible.
Half an hour later, Crystal Dawson returned, looking content and refreshed.
Having had enough of the fun, I got up to head to the restroom. As I ca out, a man blocked my way, exuding a refined air, wearing glasses, and asked gently, "Miss, may I buy you a drink? I know it might sound bold, but I’ve been watching you."
Was this a pickup?
I intended to refuse, but for so reason, I found his voice and deanor quite appealing. He seed about my age, so having a drink and a chat didn’t seem bad.
"Sure." I smiled slightly and sat down with him nearby.
Seeing this, Crystal Dawson threw a flirty glance and made a cheering gesture.
Withdrawing my gaze, the man introduced himself, "I’m Jasper Yates, and you?"
"Just call Miss Hathaway." I wasn’t keen on revealing my full na to a stranger.
"Miss Hathaway, pleased to et you." Jasper Yates smiled amicably.
We drank and chatted; topics were scarce between strangers, especially n and won who successfully hit on each other in such places. Often, after a few words, the conversation would steer toward the topic of romantic entanglents, but Jasper Yates was quite respectful and hadn’t said anything to make uncomfortable.
Suddenly, Jasper Yates asked, "Are you single?"
I froze, thinking about what my husband Henry Preston was doing at that mont. Was he shopping with Zoe, or were they already in bed, whispering sweet nothings?
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