The Woman Who Came Here Last Time
Bryson was speechless.
He was at a loss for what to say.
Jennifer’s mouth twitched and a wry smile touched her lips.
“Well, then, I’ll leave you alone.” With that, Jennifer was about to walk out.
Bryson changed color, “Jennifer.”
Jennifer paused but didn’t turn around.
Bryson stared after her slender figure and parted his lips, “I am sorry.”
Over these years, he had known nothing about her feelings for him and even hurt her willfully. They
had been good friends since childhood, and he never expected things would turn out like this.
Now…
Nydia should be the most carefree person among them.
Bryson cast down his eyes which were full of envy.
Jennifer smiled and said in a choked voice, “I wouldn’t have told you about it if it weren’t for your
‘current situation’. Bryson, no need to feel pressured. I am fine. The point is that you should
not put Gloria and yourself in a dilemma.”
Once she finished, she continued walking and disappeared from Bryson’s sight.
The door was closed.
At that moment, Bryson’s eyelashes trembled suddenly and he seemed to recover his wits.
He couldn’t get what Jennifer had said to him out of his mind.
What is he supposed to do?
Does he have to give up on Gloria?
He doesn’t want to do it.
Not at all.
But…
Evidently, from Jennifer’s words, Gloria agreed to be with him just to awaken him.
Now he had regained consciousness, but she didn’t mention that again, probably because she didn’t
intend to be with him or because she didn’t want to excite him.
He had thought about these possibilities, but…
He wasn’t willing to accept reality or believe such a brutal truth.
Bryson leaned against the chair, closed his eyes, and drew a deep breath.
It was getting late at night.
After going back home, Gloria went out again.
It was because she wanted to meet a man.
She came to the bar as usual.
She had tried to contact Corey by calling him, but he didn’t answer it, so she could only come to him
personally.
As soon as she got in, she saw Corey sitting in the same chair as before.
He was sitting casually with his legs crossed.
A long cigarette was between the fingers of his right hand, and his slender finger tapped it from time to
time, and then cigarette ash fell into the ashtray.
He was handsome, his dark and deep-set eyes filled with unfathomable emotions, making others
obsessed with him. But only frequenters came to this bar and women there knew they couldn’t afford
to mess with him.
Gloria strode over and sat opposite him with a calm look under others’ gazes.
Corey glanced up at her, took a drag of the cigarette and smoke came out of his nostrils.
“What’s up?”
Then, he put out the cigarette and put it into the ashtray.
Gloria stared at him, “It’s not suitable to talk here. How about we go inside?”
Corey glanced at her, rose to his feet, and walked inside.
Gloria followed him.
The crowd who watched them looked astonished.
“She’s that woman who came here last time!” A lady with long, curly hair shouted.
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