It was raining outside the bar, the colored lights blurred within the rainwaters, forming a faint halo.
Halfway through her drinks, Jasmine Yale was completely drunk.
Whenever Ann Nolan mentioned Zaiden Santos, Jasmine would curse him on her behalf.
It wasn't enough to just curse him in the bar; she even snatched Ann's phone away.
Ann was also half-drunk, her cheeks flushed red, her head aching dully.
Jasmine dialed Zaiden Santos's number, "Zaiden Santos, you bastard, why don't you treat Ann better? What's wrong with Ann? If I were a man, I would marry her."
Zaiden had been at home all day, hadn't gone anywhere, and had just finished a shower and was sitting downstairs.
And then he received this call.
"You went out drinking with her?" Zaiden said coldly.
"Won't you admit you're a bastard? Huh?" Jasmine's courage was surging.
"Which bar are you at?" Zaiden suppressed his anger.
No wonder it was already ten and they hadn't returned. They'd gone out drinking; quite bold.
