NovelEnglishChapter 1363
The bar was filled with beautiful women, but none quite had the presence that Lydia did. As soon as she stepped
inside, men holding drinks were quick to approach her.
"Hey gorgeous, I've got a booth over there and a bottle of whiskey. Why don't you join us for a drink?"
"Forget him, cwith me. I'm a VIP member here. Whatever you want, we'll order it."
Without so much as a glance, Lydia brushed past them, her expression unchanged. "Excuse me."
She made her way to the bar, took out her card, and rented a private booth for herself. She ordered a case of
beer and sat down alone. She mechanically cracked open bottles, one after the other, pouring the liquid down
her throat. Before long, the table was littered with empty bottles.
Lydia had hoped the alcohol would dull the pain, but the more she drank, the clearer her mind became.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtUnwanted memories flooded in. Snapshots of Quincy filled her thoughts.
From moments at work to their everyday life together, all these fragments blended into the image of him
kneeling, offering her a diamond ring.
There was a twhen she believed she was the luckiest woman in the world. She had never been mistreated,
her career was thriving, and she had found her soulmate in Quincy. But now, she felt like nothing more than a
fool.
"Waiter," Lydia slurred, pushing the empty bottles aside as she struggled to her feet. "Bringswhiskey.
The beer's too weak."
Beer wasn't doing the job. No matter how much she drank, it wouldn't get her drunk enough to forget. She
needed something stronger. Maybe if she drank enough, she wouldn't feel anything at all.
Across the bar, in another booth, Quincy was silently downing drink after drink. His striking features, combined
with an air of wealth, marked him as someone special. He sat alone, which only added to his allure. To many, he
seemed like the perfect eligible bachelor.
It didn't take long before a scantily clad woman slid into the seat next to him. Her hand snaked around his waist
as she cooed, "Hey handsome, drinking alone isn't any fun. How about we play a little game?,
A
drinking game. The loser has to take
off a piece of clothing."
Her voice dripped with seduction, and her revealing outfit left little to the imagination. With an open back and a
plunging neckline, she flaunted every asset, hoping to lure him in.
If it had been any other man, he might have succumbed by either pulling her into his arms or pretending to be
indifferent while his gaze lingered on her figure. But Quincy wasn't like other men. Without even sparing her a
glance, he coldly uttered one word. "Leave."
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The only person he wanted was Lydia. Always Lydia. Other women, no matter how beautiful, were irrelevant to
him.
"You're seriously tellingto leave?
You're so cold, handsome, breaking
a girl's heart like that. If you don't
believe me, just feel my heart. It's beating for you." She refused to back down, determined to make her
move.
She reached for Quincy's hand, attempting to place it on her chest.
Suddenly, Quincy stood up and grabbed a beer bottle from the table, smashing it against the ground with a loud,
sharp crack.
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