NovelEnglishIn the deep of the night, Sebastian sped along a quiet, secluded road until he reached an obscure bar with many motorcycles parked outside. Sebastian was very distraught. He got out of the car and made a beeline for the bar, wanting to drown out his frustrations with alcohol. Many people in the bar were dressed in biker style, with tattoos adorning their bodies. To a traditional person, they didn't look very decent. Sebastian walked, dressed in his suit, looking like a member of high society and sticking out like a sore thumb in the crowd. Everyone was staring at him. He ignored them all, and sat at the bar counter and placed his order.
The bartender watched as Sebastian downed a few glasses consecutively.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt"First there, handsome? You don't look like you're in a good mood." Sebastian looked up and said coldly, "Just do your job and givemy drinks." He exuded an aura of cold authority, and his words sent a chill down the bartender's spine.
The bartender had seen his share of hooligans and gangsters, many of them no stranger to gang fights. However, the aura that this man exuded was way more frightening than those hooligans. Oftentimes, the ones who yelled the loudest were the most timid. The truly frightening ones are the ones who didn't rely on yelling to make themselves known.
"Hey, bro." A tall and lanky man sat next to him.
Sebastian ignored him, and continued drinking.
Instead of getting angry, the man said gleefully, "You don't look like you belong here at all. You belong to one of them high-class banquets. Letguess. Why in the world are you here, drowning your sorrows? Your face is wounded. You were probably in a fight. After the fight, you drove all the way here to this secluded face. If my guess is right, this is all for a woman." Sebastian's hand, holding the glass, stiffened ever so slightly. He turned to glance at the man and spat coldly, "Get lost." "Seems like I'm right." The man chuckled.
Instead of leaving, he went on, "Bro, given your stature and figure, you have no lack of women throwing themselves at you. I think this woman, must be very important to you, and you can't get her. Why would a man like you be unable to get a woman? Oh, I know. That woman must be in love with someone else, but that man hurt her, so you fought with him in a bid to stand up for her." Sebastian slammed his glass on the bar counter. "Who the hell are you?" The man chuckled again. "I'm just curious. I think I can help you with your problems, because I know best what women want." Sebastian scoffed. "Is that so? So what do women want?" "Women want men to mess them up. The more painful, the better. Forget about what they say. Men they find most unforgettable are often the ones who hurt them the deepest. Conversely, they don't give a damn about the ones who treat them well. To get a woman, you must first hurt her then give her something good before hurting her again. That way, she'd be trapped in a never-ending cycle of pain and happiness." Sebastian laughed. "You're ridiculous."
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Am I, really?" The man smiled. "Think about it. Isn't that what's happening in reality" Sebastian tightened his grip over the glass as he thought about Theodore and Rosalie.
Why did Rosalie still love Theodore,
no matter how much he hurt her? Was what this man said true-t true-that women always found those who hurt them the deepest, mosto unforgettable? "Dude, I know you."
The man lifted a hand, and patted Sebastian's shoulders gently. Hen leaned in close, then said into Sebastian's ear, "It's not hard to snag a woman. You just need..."
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