She Approved the Split He Fell Apart

135 Getting Drunk

Scarlett’s POV

It won’t work if Ava doesn’t leave Sebastian’s side, which is the most cases. Betting on my luck, I sneak to the edge of the staircase, peeking out without exposing myself.

The lobby has only the chandelier on, dim mode. The faint yellow light cast an ambiguous spell on the crowd, and the air smells sexy. With the help of alcohol, it’s like everyone’s reason has been taken a bite from, and they are all now shaking their heads at the music, laughing and occasionally touching their bodies,

The party is well–done now.

In a light dress, I don’t stand out at all. Unlike Sebastian–

I’m a bit surprised to find him sitting by the bar all alone, a drink in his hand and no Ava. He looks sullen and bored, but lucky for me, he is not leaving. The moment I look over, as if felt something, he suddenly looks up, and his eyes crushes right into mine. Then he smiles. A clean, friendly smile with little intention behind it. Just purely to be friendly.

Just like the day when he saved me.

I suppress my memory, walking down and sneaking to his side. He looks a bit surprised. His phone — my target — on the table right by his hand. He keeps his phone in mute mode, and this way he doesn’t miss any notification.

“Didn’t think you would come out again,” He smiles, genuine happiness shining in his eyes — a smile l don’t usually get–

I blurt. Instantly my words seem to freeze

he didn’t understand my indication, snapping

take him home during the

He laughs lightly, tilting his head to search for my eyes,

the man who loved one

and

don’t know how to have a friendly conversation with him. All conversations we had were fights or me talking with

here to say thank you. For earlier, when you asked Ava for me. That was

telling myself to keep a smile even if he says something

1/2

+25 BONUS

135 Getting Drunk

then he shakes his head and smiles again: “Any decent man would have done it. You don’t

phone lights up, and he looks over as he slips down his chair. He is

thinking too much, I put my purse over his phone. He darts his black

phone when talking to people,” I find the first excuse I can find, sitting there straight to indicate