Chapter 1365

"Eugene, I'm telling you one more time. I don't need you here. Just go home," Lydia's tone grew more impatient.

She had come out late to have a drink, clear her mind, and ease her frustrations, not to have Eugene hovering around, nagging her endlessly.

Eugene, however, didn't budge. Instead, he sat down beside her and opened a bottle of beer for himself.

"If you want to drink, then I'll drink with you. Whenever you've had enough and want to go home, I'll take you."

Lydia found herself at a loss for words. Suddenly, she no longer felt like drinking. She placed the bottle aside and looked at the men and women swaying wildly in the dance floor under the neon lights.

How she wished Quincy was the one beside her right now.

"Lydia, how about we head over and dance for a bit?" Eugene offered.

Earlier, as he walked into the bar, he spotted Quincy. That man really was everywhere, like a shadow that refused to disappear. Or maybe it was just fate. No matter how they tried to avoid each other, they always ended up in the same place.

wanted Quincy to see them, dancing close, their

go ahead. I just

I only want to dance with you. I'm not even

even reached out, as if testing

fingertips were about to touch,

going?" Eugene thought she was

shook her head. "I'm just going to get some juice. I'll be right

sitting back down. He pulled out the jewelry he had bought earlier, planning

moved, a man sidled

wasn't one

her high heel, stomped on his foot with all her might, grinding the heel in for good measure. Her stiletto was sharp and deadly, nearly

Acting all innocent! Who the hell do you think you are? You come to a bar, you're no better than

her flushed cheeks, figuring she must have had more than a few drinks. He was a grown man. How could

but Lydia grabbed a nearby bottle and smashed it over his

me again. In your

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