True Love Waits

Chapter 136 Seek Solace In Drink

Debbie would have been thrilled if Hayden had told her this before.

But things had changed and she had already moved on. She was not used to the new cologne he was wearing, and the man before her was, for all intents and purposes, a stranger. True, she hadn't seen him in awhile, but the man whose arms she was in now was so alien, so changed from whom he once was when they had first met. Although she was in his arms, she felt there was a huge chasm between them. And that chasm was indeed hard to bridge.

Time does change everything.

Debbie pushed Hayden away from her and told the driver, "Stop the car!"

The driver looked at Hayden through the interior rear-view mirror, hoping to get some indication of whether or not he should do this. But Hayden was silent, and gave no cues, verbal or otherwise, that he should obey the girl's orders. He wouldn't do as Debbie asked without Hayden's say-so.

Instantly, Debbie figured it out. She fumed with rage and shouted at Hayden, "I said, stop the car!"

Hayden was not angry at her behavior. Instead, he coaxed her, "It's freezing outside. Let me send you home." There was a time and place to be angry, and now was not the time.

However, Debbie didn't buy it at all. She yelled at the top of her lungs, "No! I'm not going home. Let me out!" She put her hand on the door handle, ready to unlock the door and open it. "I'm not kidding. I'll jump!"

Besides, she was at the end of her rope. Her already frayed nerves had snapped. She had seen Megan and Carlos together, when he should have been away on business. Her heart hit rock bottom. What was worse, Megan had told the boy that Carlos was her boyfriend. And before Megan and Carlos had left the restaurant, he hadn't even cast a single glance at Debbie. Debbie was so mad she could explode at any time.

Sighing in defeat, Hayden told the driver to pull over. Debbie pushed the door open and left without even turning her head.

Hayden watched as the stubborn girl walked off. He rubbed his aching temples and wondered, 'What can I do to make her come back to me?'

Debbie trotted along the road, and then started to run.

Finally, she arrived at Jared's housing community and rang him on the phone. "Hey, Jared. Where are you? I really need a drink-and a friend." "Tomboy? Drink? No, no, no! Your husband will beat me to a pulp if he finds out."

me! Forget him; he's not worth

me some time to say my goodbyes and we'll go to Orchid Private Club, okay?" 'Orchid Private Club? Okay, anywhere that I can get a stiff, tall

Debbie hung up the

a taxi that just happened to be traveling on the outer perimeter of the housing development. It wasn't the most luxurious ride she had, just an electric BYD e5, but it was comfortable and clean. Naturally, she gave the driver instructions to take her to Orchid Private Club. Carlos called her several times on the way, but she dismissed all of his calls. She didn't think that talking to him was a very good

arrived, her phone rang again and she accidentally

emotions, Carlos asked

friends." She paid the fare and got out, walking towards the gates to

me the address and

"I..."

back home now." But a cheerful voice interrupted her. "Uncle Carlos, the noodles are ready. Come and eat."

still with Megan? Go to hell,

burned in Debbie's heart. She really needed that drink now. Without

did she hang up? I need

club, Debbie put her phone back into her pocket. Before she could calm herself down, two men in suits and leather shoes trotted over

welcome to the club!"

Boss!" chirped the

at the two managers, Debbie forced a smile and said, "Hi. I need a private booth. My friend will be here

ownership to Debbie, that meant they must be somehow related. The managers believed that they could let their new boss

"Don't call me 'Boss'. You know what happened that evening. And you know

with a smile, "As you wish, Boss...er, I mean Miss Nian. Your wish is our command. We'll

you. Now, the booth,

than 300 square meters. Not only that, but the seat cushions were just the right height to sit on, and were designed for hours of use. If you wanted to, you could even lie down and nap there. It also had HVAC climate control settings, and controls for a flatscreen TV that rose from the middle of the table and receded when it wasn't needed. Apart from that, there was also a tea room, a jukebox, an auto

long time in front of the liquor cabinet. What did she want? Maotai? No. Erguotou? Not her thing. Maybe some cheap, ordinary Tsingtao beer? She thought of