"It’s okay, there are plenty of n out there. There’s no need to be upset over soone like that." Shannon Quinn, who practically had no romantic experience herself, didn’t know how to comfort Erin Bishop.
She knew Erin was just looking for soone to vent to at that mont, so she quietly played the role of a listener.
"Co on, have a drink with ." Erin lifted the bottle and poured wine into the empty glass in front of Shannon Quinn.
Shannon Quinn wasn’t a heavy drinker, but she could handle a bit. When Erin had called her out for heart-to-heart talks before, she’d have a small glass.
But today, she had a lot on her mind, concerning her belly, so she made an excuse, "I’ll pass. I still have to drive you ho later."
She didn’t know whether the baby existed or not. If she was indeed pregnant, she had no idea what to do. Before confirming anything or making any decisions, she didn’t want to do anything that might harm the baby’s health.
Erin chuckled and said jokingly, "True, you’re so good to . Maybe we should just be together, those n are terrible."
"Shannon, do you have a crush on anyone? I’ve never heard you talk about your love life."
Shannon Quinn paused for a mont, then said, "You know I’m either working or staying ho all day. Where’s the ti to think about stuff like that?"
Erin, hearing that, spoke to her with the wisdom of experience, "Let tell you, at your age, it’s already late to start dating. You have to seize it. Love after school days isn’t as pure. The n you’ll et down the road, you need to spend at least three to five years with them before considering marriage, otherwise, you’ll never really know what kind of person you’re marrying."
When Shannon Quinn heard this from Erin, she felt it reflected her current situation.
Her marriage could only be described as absurd. She hadn’t spent three to five years with him; when they got married, she didn’t even know who he was, and even now, she wasn’t sure what kind of person she had married.
"Let tell you, my other sister knew her ex-husband for two months before they got married because of a baby. During those first days, he showered her with roses, chocolates, diamond rings, everything. A few days in, he started dostic abuse, beating my sister into the hospital. Then ca kneeling apologies. My sister felt sympathetic and forgave him. Two days after getting released, he kicked her into a miscarriage; that’s when she fought for a divorce. It’s terrifying."
Shannon Quinn sighed lightly and said, "Good n do exist, it’s just we haven’t t them."
"I feel like there are no good n around . Everyone is cheating behind their wife’s back with mistresses, third and fourth wheels. Do you think n turn bad once they have money?"
Before Shannon Quinn could answer, Erin continued talking to herself, "Sotis I wonder if the problem lies with . I’ve dated so many, yet not one stayed with to lead a good life."
"Sotis, you need to stop caring too much about others, and take care of yourself more. Love is supposed to be mutual between two people. If being with him makes you less happy than being alone, then why be with him?"
"But I always feel like if I make even the slightest mistake, they’ll leave ."
"That ans he’s not worth loving. How could soone who loves you make you worry and guess every day?"
Erin picked up the bottle and poured another round, saying, "Maybe I just can’t read people. Except for my first boyfriend in high school, I’ve never t anyone like him since."
Shannon Quinn had heard about Erin’s high school boyfriend before, so she couldn’t help but ask, "You still can’t forget your first love, can you?"
Erin giggled foolishly, downed the full glass of wine, then said, "So what if I can’t forget? He’s completely forgotten about . Do you know why I’ve been continuously going on blind dates these two years?"
She paused herself, her gaze dim, voice trembling slightly, "Because I don’t want to wait for him anymore..."
After drinking too much, Erin spoke even more than usual, while Shannon Quinn just sat beside her listening quietly, occasionally responding.
She really felt for her, seeing her getting hurt by love ti after ti, Shannon Quinn secretly felt relieved that perhaps it was good for her not to have touched love.
Erin wasn’t a heavy drinker either; generally, once she finished a bottle, she’d be drunk and start talking nonsense.
Once drunk, she’d call out that na again: "...Zane Rhodes, when are you coming back..."
Shannon Quinn sighed softly and helped her into the car.
Erin would tell her everything, but this na that ca out after drinking was the one thing she never ntioned when sober.
Perhaps that was a wound buried deep in her heart that she didn’t want to touch lightly, so Shannon Quinn had never asked about it.
Not feeling safe leaving the drunken Erin alone at her place, Shannon Quinn drove directly back to her own ho.
Supporting Erin with one hand, while searching for her keys with the other, the door next door suddenly opened, and she turned to see Landon Sutton standing in the doorway, looking at her, "Where did you go?"
Shannon Quinn glanced at him without answering, found her keys in the bag, opened the door, and walked in without paying Landon Sutton any mind.
Actually, when Erin was talking about those jerks earlier, Shannon Quinn secretly compared them to Landon Sutton in her mind.
After the comparison, she realized that aside from being thick-skinned and irritating, Landon Sutton wasn’t quite a jerk.
But regardless, a man who casually hooks up with a stranger when an opportunity arises can’t be quite decent—the darker sides might just be hidden from her view.
n like him, good-looking and wealthy—even if he doesn’t seek won, won would co to him. And how many n can resist temptation? So privately, Landon Sutton probably wasn’t any good either.
Just after settling Erin on the bed and wiping her face, she heard the doorbell ring again.
Shannon Quinn frowned, continued wiping Erin’s face, then stood up to answer the door.
As expected, it was Landon Sutton, but with a gray little kitten in his arms, "What is it now?"
Landon gently patted the kitten’s head, soothing it in the unfamiliar environnt, looked at Shannon Quinn and said, "Picked up a stray cat downstairs when I ca back just now, don’t have anything at ho. I think you have cats, can I borrow so cat food? I’ll buy more tomorrow and return it."
Shannon Quinn suspiciously examined the cat in his arms. She knew a bit about cats, and the cat he held was a British Shorthair Blue and White, clean and neat, which didn’t look like a stray at all.
And finding a breed cat? Who would believe that?
Unsure what trick he was playing, Shannon Quinn feared he wouldn’t relent, so she said, "I’ll get it ready for you, just wait inside, I’ll co find you when I’m done."
"Sure, thanks."
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