Spoiled By The CEO: Why The Wife Is Kinda Sweet?

Chapter 688 Drinking in a Bar

Wounds could be healed, but scars would stay. Her mouth wanted to forgive Kristina, but her brain told

her otherwise.

They would never be like in the old days, even if she could forgive Kristina.

Christine sighed and stopped thinking about it. She packed up a few things and went to Chad's ward.

Just by then, on the other side of the city...

Max was invited to a party at the bar tonight.

Ever since he was with Laura, he hardly ever hung out with his friends at the bar. He usually stayed at

home or visited Laura at work as long as he had time.

Their hidden marriage went well. This was the first time he went to a bar after getting married.

His friends hadn't seen him for a while, but they didn't know about his marriage. They thought he was

busy dealing with something personal, so they didn't ask much.

Max called Laura to inform her of his whereabouts before he went out for the party.

Laura didn't have a second opinion.

She hated being manipulative, nor did she feel anything wrong with guys hanging out. Although Max

used to be a playboy, she knew that wasn't the real him. Text © owned by NôvelDrama.Org.

Moreover, she can't get everything under control. So she would just let him.

Therefore, she didn't think much and agreed.

It was 9 in the evening when Max arrived at the bar.

He had worked overtime for a while and then had dinner before coming over.

It was already time to close up for other places, but it was still quite early for men in the bars.

The room was packed with people sitting at tables. A waiter brought him to a VIP room. As soon as he

opened the door, he heard a burst of loud music.

"Hey, dude, there you are, finally!"

Someone welcomed him and put his arms around Max's shoulder. Soon, Max was blended into the

lively atmosphere.

At the same time, in the box next door.

Gentry was also drinking with a bunch of people.

Those people weren't local. Some of them had blond hair and blue eyes, and some had a big beard.

They looked rough.

Most of them had tattoos on their arms; several even had scars on their faces.

They talked, ate, and drank in a very primitive and bold way. Some were smoking.

The heavy smoke made the room a bit foggy.

These people looked very different from Gentry. Therefore, he didn't seem to fit in here.

However, judging by how they got along with each other, they seemed to have known each other for

quite a long while. They didn't seem to have any issue communicating.

"Gentry!" The bearded man suddenly slapped him on the shoulder and asked, "Last time you

mentioned that you came back for something. How is it? Have you finished?"

Gentry raised his eyes. Obviously, he was the weaker one of the two.

However, for no reason, he seemed to be looking at the man condescendingly.

The strong beard man seemed to be less confident.

Gentry was smoking and didn't answer that in a hurry. After he finished one cigarette and put it out in

the ashtray, he said, "It's done."

The bearded man's heart skipped a beat when he saw Gentry did not look happy.

Upon hearing his reply, he heaved a sigh of relief and laughed again.

"Then that's great. That good thing! You should be happy. Why you the long face?"

The bearded man wasn't an English native speaker, so his wordings weren't expressive enough.

Gentry kept thinking about the two words, "good thing."

After a while, he sneered.

Yes, it was indeed a good thing.

No other man in the world would be as stupid as him to keep doing such good things for so many

years.

Whenever he thought of Kristina's sobbing face, he felt more than frustrated.

He picked up a glass of wine on the table and gulped it down.

The bearded man had no idea what he was thinking.

But all of them could tell that he was in a bad mood.

Other people felt the odds and looked over.

Two blond men with blue eyes looked at each other and whispered something. Then, they came over

with wine glasses.

"Hey, why are you drinking alone? How about getting you some ladies?"

They all spoke English, but with a strong accent; they weren't speaking it very well.

Gentry glanced at him and shook his head.

"No. I’m good."

"Gentry, come on! There's an old saying that goes, ''There are more fishes in the sea!"

He laughed and put his hand on Gentry's shoulder. Then he tried to convince him, "We're here to have

fun. There are so many beautiful women in your country; why are you so obsessed with that one?

That's kinda unwise, do you agree?"

The man had the scent of women's cheap perfume on him.

Gentry frowned and subconsciously leaned aside to get away from him.

He said coldly, "No, you keep this going. I'm going out to get some fresh air."

He then got up and walked out.

That was as humiliating as a slap in the face to the blond man. He froze for a moment, and then his

face became sullen.

He was about to stand up, but someone beside him pressed him down.

The man shook his head silently at him, signing him to get his anger under control. He had no choice

but to let Gentry leave.

Gentry didn't walk too far. He stopped in the corridor outside the private room.

The box was filled with suffocative smoke, and the air here was no better than that.

This is a place for entertainment; it would be weird if it was too bright and decent.

He held the railing with both hands and watched the hot girls on the dance floor below. There was no

lust in his eyes.

There was only indifference and endless hatred.

"Why?"

"Why?"

He didn't understand. He had done so much and waited for her for so many years, but in the end, he

still weighed less than that man to her.

He once thought that even if she didn't like him, she might at least have feelings for him.

He didn't care whether she still loved Chad or not. He understood that nobody could replace Chad for

her. Sometimes Gentry blamed himself for showing up at the wrong timing.

But he couldn't ignore his own feelings. He couldn't live with the fact that other people mattered more

than him to her besides Chad.

So what was him to her?

Chad grinned a self-ridicule smile.

At this moment, a hot woman in skimpy clothes stumbled over.

She seemed to be wasted and was staggering on her feet.

She grinned an alluring smile when seeing Chad.