Chapter 168

Chapter 168:

Phoebe stated, “You should know that you’re safe with me. Go change, and let’s head out together.” She then returned to her room to change her own attire. After witnessing Phoebe’s serious expression, Eileen realized she had no choice but to go out with Phoebe tonight.

As someone who usually buried herself in work and seldom indulged in outings, Eileen welcomed the change of pace. Occasionally stepping out for some fun didn’t seem like a bad idea. It was past ten o’clock in the bustling heart of Wist Land. Dressed in a purple floral dress as Phoebe had suggested, Eileen felt the vibrant nightlife pulse around her. The dress fell just above her knees. Her natural beauty was evident, and her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, turning heads.

Bars weren’t her usual scene—the mix of patrons often made her uneasy. Despite the catcalls from several boldly styled men, she and Phoebe proceeded inside. The bar they entered was lavish, with an inviting open lobby that included a dance floor and seating. Quieter spaces were available upstairs, offering varied entertainments. Yet, Phoebe’s intent was clear—she was here to enjoy the night. They settled on the bustling first floor.

At Phoebe’s request, the waiter brought over two cocktails, and they watched the lively dance floor. “Check that out; that man’s quite the looker.”

Phoebe leaned closer to Eileen, nodding towards a man in a white shirt and a mask on the dance floor.

His shirt was loosely buttoned, revealing his muscular body. His figure and the slight sweat in his short hair added to his allure, a vision that could easily captivate any onlooker.

Upon seeing him, Eileen couldn’t help but be impressed, though a part of her resisted the appeal, her thoughts drifting to Bryan.

Bryan, with his well-defined shoulders and slim waist, seemed more appealing to her.

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Besides, Bryan’s distinguished presence was something others could rarely match even in such settings. Eileen just smiled at Phoebe, keeping her thoughts to herself.

While Eileen was distracted, Phoebe swiftly captured a photo of Eileen sipping her drink and sent it to Jacob. Under the vivid lights, Eileen looked radiant in the photograph. Even through the digital display, the sight made Bryan’s heart race.

Wist Land for a day, and Phoebe’s already taken Eileen to a bar?” exclaimed Jacob, putting away his

then smirked, looking at the

to know we’ve managed to return sooner than

turned green. Jacob asked Phoebe where the bar was. Phoebe nonchalantly disclosed the location and quipped, “Too bad you’re not here to join us. Next round could have been on me!” Jacob couldn’t help but curse out loud in frustration upon seeing

she removed her coat. She had declined

“Didn’t you say you’re not interested in marriage?” Eileen

get married,” Phoebe replied. “But I’m all

probed further, “How are things between you

mean? What does this have to do with Jacob and me?” Phoebe

nothing between me and him

not sharing my phone number with you.” “I already have your number, though,” Arthur said. He slid into the seat next to Eileen and said, “It’s been challenging trying to catch your

shifted away from him. While she had seen his messages, she had chosen not

celebrate it with a drink.”

please.” Soon, their table was adorned with vibrant drinks. “We came here for a breath of fresh air, not

pulling Eileen to her side

best you remember that,” she informed Arthur, whose face darkened at the

keeping him away from Eileen, Arthur

Eileen before,

Whites were cautious not to cross Eileen until they fully understood

further actions. He believed he wouldn’t be blamed if Eileen became intoxicated and slept with him afterward. Arthur offered a glass of strong wine

doesn’t enroll students over eighteen.” “No,” Arthur responded, realizing his blunder. “I meant my friend’s child.” “You don’t take preschoolers, either,” Eileen said. Aware of

Phoebe got up quickly. Their evening was meant

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