Alexander Johnson had only gone out to take care of so business. Returning late, he didn’t expect to see Chloe Simpson by the roadside on his way ho.
He glanced at the ti. It was already 11 o’clock at night.
She was sitting there all alone, dazed, and crying nonstop.
He looked around and saw that Lucas Hughes wasn’t with her.
Alexander frowned. This woman, crying by the roadside late at night instead of going ho?
He instinctively felt a twinge of irritation.
What’s the use of crying? Does crying solve anything?
Tears are the least valuable thing in this world.
But then again, whether she cried or not had nothing to do with him.
From the very beginning, he had only planned to use her.
And she had already chosen Lucas Hughes, even to the extent of being willing to die for him!
If that’s the case, then whether she lives or dies has nothing to do with him.
Alexander gripped the steering wheel tightly, preparing to drive away.
Unexpectedly, Chloe suddenly stood up and walked into a nearby pub.
Chloe had initially gotten up simply because the music had drawn her in. But just as she reached the pub entrance, a drunken man staggered out.
He was clearly plastered, stumbling and swaying unsteadily.
"Hey, little lady, so eager to jump into my arms. Huh? Not bad-looking. Co ho with ."
Before Chloe could react, the man lunged toward her.
"Ah! Get off !"
Chloe scread in fright and began hitting the man in defense.
The man, already drunk and barely able to stand, was naturally no match for Chloe.
Chloe was already in a terrible mood, with no outlet for the frustration and pain brewing inside her. Confronting the drunken man seed to be the perfect venting point.
She unleashed all her strength, screaming, clawing, hitting, and hamring at him like a madwoman.
The man surrendered almost instantly: "I’m sorry! I’m sorry! Please, ma’am, I’ll never do it again!"
Alexander watched this scene unfold, just about to intervene, but the next mont he saw Chloe tear into the drunken man and suddenly burst into laughter.
She looked, for a fleeting mont, like the brave little girl who had once led him out of the darkness years ago.
After chasing the drunken man away, Chloe sat back down on the ground, inexplicably wanting to cry.
How is it that day after day, all the bad luck seems to find her?
Hah, when it rains, it pours. Even drinking cold water feels like it could get stuck in her teeth.
"Miss, would you like a drink?"
At that mont, a bartender walked out of the pub.
"!"
Chloe looked up. The colorful lights spilling out of the pub refracted onto the bartender’s figure.
The song that had lured her was now finishing.
Although it wasn’t ant to be a heartbreakingly sad song, the girl singing it inside sounded utterly gut-wrenching.
"My desire, my rage, my stance,
My sorrow, my jealousy burns my skin,
The hateful happiness, those hollow gaps that can’t be filled,
And never my gentleness, my lancholy, my innocence,
My comfort, my contentnt could never satisfy,
Unseen petals fall who knows where."
"Alright."
Chloe paused, stood up, and walked into the pub.
Alexander followed her inside.
Once in the pub, Chloe ordered a drink as yet another song began to play.
"Whose heart wanders alone?
Whose love quietly blossoms unknown?
mories lost forever, never to be found again."
As she listened, Chloe began to laugh. She didn’t know why, but every song tonight felt like it was describing everything between her and Lucas.
So she listened and drank. Chloe raised glass after glass, downing them all.
She, who usually never drinks, could get drunk from just two beers.
But tonight, it seed like she couldn’t get drunk no matter how much she drank.
Flashes of the past five years with Lucas Hughes kept appearing in her mind.
Oh, and Alexander Johnson too.
The Crown Prince of the Capital Circle she had cheated on her wedding night.
Everything stemd from that one night.
"Alexander Johnson! Hah, isn’t that just perfect!" Chloe laughed while drinking.
And as she downed another glass, she really did see Alexander Johnson.
"Alexander Johnson?"
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