When I turned, I saw glistening eyes that surprised me, causing my hand to flutter to my chest. "Mark, you scared me!"
"Sorry about that," he said with a smile that could light up the darkest room. "Wasn't trying to eavesdrop. Just happened to walk by."
I waved it off with an easy laugh. "Here to socialize or hang out with friends?"
"Friends," Mark replied, his voice soft. When he glanced toward Christine, there was a hint of resignation in his eyes. It didn't take me long to catch on who he was referring to.
Catching the drift, Christine interrupted, "You two chat. I'm off to dance."
She entered the bar and shed her coat, revealing a sleek black silk slip dress that flattered her elegant collarbones. She was turning heads the moment she hit the dance floor. And boy, did she know how to capture an audience with her moves.
I settled down with Mark, curiosity getting the better of me. "How's your injury? You're not supposed to drink, right?"
"It's nothing serious. Looks worse than it is," Mark shrugged. "I'm not drinking. Just drowning Steven's sorrows for him."
Glancing at Christine, who was the life of the dance floor then, I couldn't help but chuckle. "Seems like we're all escaping in our ways."
Our conversation was abruptly interrupted by a commotion coming from the direction of the dance floor. A fight had broken out!
Mark and I turned to see what was happening, and to our shock, it was Steven.
He was visibly drunk, pinning another man down and landing punch after punch, all the while shouting at Christine, "What the hell do you think you're doing touching her? Who the hell do you think you are to touch her?"
"Steven, are you out of your mind?" Christine was livid, pulling him up forcefully. "What's it to you who I dance with?"
Caught off guard by her question, Steven retorted defiantly, "You just canât!"
With a scoff, Christine shot back. "Since when do you get a say in who I dance with?"
Christine stormed off in our direction, leaving Steven to follow her in a few hurried steps, grabbing her arm with no intention of reason. "How do I not get a say? Several days ago, we were in bed together, doing everything a couple does. And now, I don't even have the right to speak?"
"Rest assured," Christine replied with disdain. "It won't be long before I'm in bed with someone else, doing everything we did. Everything!"
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ï¤Chapter 188 His Charming Wife ï¤Chapter 10 I knew her well. Despite her bold words, she hadn't been with anyone before Steven. It was merely a threat.
But Steven didn't understand. In the heat of the moment, the tall man burst into tears, clinging to Christine. "I won't allow it! Chris, you can only be with me. Please..."
"And what about you?" Christine asked, her gaze piercing. "Steven, can you promise to stay faithful to me while you're married to another woman?"
"I can! I swear I won't touch her!" Steven vowed dramatically, tears streaming down his face.
"Poor girl, marrying into such a mess," Christine muttered, pushing him away in frustration. Seeing his tears, she covered her face in exasperation. "A grown man crying in public. Aren't you ashamed?"
Steven argued, "I'm crying for the woman I love. What's shameful about that?"
"You're insane!"
Despite Steven's lack of shame, Christine could no longer stand it. She grabbed her coat and stormed out, with Steven chasing after her, determined as ever.
I made a move to follow, but Mark gently stopped me. "Let them sort it out. Steven won't take advantage of the situation. You can trust that."
"Okay then." I agreed.
After all, love and relationships weren't something outsiders could easily meddle in.
Ever the gentleman, Mark picked up my jacket and draped it over my shoulders. "Shall I take you home?"
I smiled. "That'd be great."
As Christine was gone, there really isn't much reason for me to stay.
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