Chapter 638



Sophie, remembering Linsey’s earlier enthusiasm, quickly shook her head. “Mom, you go ahead. I’m tired from all the shopping. I think I’ll have a rest.”

Calvin chimed in, “The doctor said I should stay off my foot until it heals, so I can’t walk around much.”

Linsey couldn’t hold back her admiration. “You’ve got some amazing genes, Kallie. How did you manage to have such gorgeous, well-behaved kids? I can only hope I have kids like them someday.”

Kallie laughed it off, and the conversation shifted into something lighter, more comfortable.

That evening, Kallie went out with Linsey, and it quickly became clear why Linsey advised against bringing the kids.

They arrived at the busiest and most crowded bar in town.

The people there were pretty laid-back and open-minded. The atmosphere was electric, with men and women dancing wildly to the pulsing music. Their outfits were quite daring.

Kallie felt a slight headache. She shot Linsey a look. “This is what you were being all mysterious about? A bar?”

Linsey pouted. “Hey, options for good alcohol around here are limited. Finding a decent bar is a challenge. I just thought it’d be nice to catch up over a few drinks, especially after all these years.”

Since they were already there, Kallie didn’t argue. They headed to a private room to unwind.

Soon enough, the door creaked open, and someone stepped inside.

A guy with glasses entered, looking quite young. His youthful appearance suggested he might’ve only recently graduated from college.

Immediately his eyes landed on Linsey, his cheeks flushed a deep crimson. “Hello, ladies,” he greeted them shyly before quietly sitting beside Linsey.

Kallie smirked, leaning closer to Linsey. “Is this the boyfriend you mentioned?”

Linsey appeared unfazed by the tension. She waved her hand dismissively. “Don’t jump to conclusions. We’re still getting to know each other.”

As Linsey reached for a drink, the young man furrowed his brow. “Linsey, your stomach isn’t great. Maybe you shouldn’t drink too much of this strong stuff. How about I make you a cocktail instead? What flavor do you like?”

Kallie raised an eyebrow, impressed. “You can make cocktails?”

The young man nodded, a hint of bashfulness creeping into his smile. “Yeah, it’s just a hobby.”

Linsey gave his shoulder a friendly pat, beaming with pride as she introduced him. “This is Wayne Simpson. Do you recall that girl you had a conflict with ages ago? The one you later made up with?”

Kallie thought for a second before recalling the girl in question.

Linsey continued with a grin, “Wayne’s her cousin. He’s an entertainment reporter. That’s why I’m always in the loop with the latest gossip from back home.”

Kallie’s eyebrows raised in surprise. “Wait. A Simpson works as a reporter?”

The Simpson family had always valued prestige and had a strict approach to their children’s career paths.

Kallie couldn’t imagine them approving a family member becoming an entertainment journalist. By judging, Wayne’s demeanor suggested he was a man of many talents, with a broad spectrum of interests that hinted at his versatility.

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