âWhich other idiot could it be if not him?â Drew sighed, lit a cigarette
between his lips, and shot Axel a resentful glare.
âI really donât understand what Bellaâs thinking. Sheâs already
divorced, and there are scandals everywhere about that jerk. Why
does she still have to go to such lengths to help him? She should just
let him be!â
Axel tried to comfort him. âJust think of it as Bella doing some
charity. Donât take it too seriously.â
âHuh? Would Arnold be willing to treat Jerkface Justin?â
Axel remarked casually, âHe would probably do it. I mean, thereâs
nothing Bella canât handle once she sets her mind to it.â
âOh well. Since I donât come back often, I canât just leave without
doing anything,â Drew added, taking a deep drag of his cigarette. He
squinted his bright eyes and exhaled a smoke ring.
âHow about this? Iâll sneak into the operating room and take the
opportunity to take care of Jerkface Justin.â Drew suggested, makin a slashing motion across his neck
as he spoke.
Axel immediately shivered and exclaimed, âHey, donât mess around! If you dare touch Justin, Savrow
will be turned upside down! Donât make
it difficult for Bella and Dad!â
âHehe, Iâm just kidding.â
Drew gave Axel a pat on the shoulder before making his way toward
the crowded dance floor. He had a bit too much to drink and needed
to sober up.
Axel glanced at the packed dance floor, feeling a bit stifled. Since he
wasnât fond of the smell of smoke, he decided to step out for some
fresh air.
The dance floor was alive with psychedelic lights, pulsating music, and the alluring movements of
beautiful women. The atmosphere
was electric, sending adrenaline coursing through the crowd.
Drew danced closely with other women, a cigarette dangling from his
lips. While he had some skills on the dance floor, his style leaned
toward the ghetto side. If it werenât for his good looks, he might have
been mistaken for a rogue.
Suddenly, Drew caught a whiff of a fragrance that left his mind hazy.
Combined with the alcohol he had consumed, it momentarily left him
feeling confused and dazed.
Before he knew it, Drew found himself colliding with a warm, fragrant body, sending him stumbling
backward.
Instinctively, he wrapped his arms around the womanâs slender wa
their bodies pressed tightly together.
She smelled heavenly, and her body was irresistibly soft.
As the lights shifted, Drew squinted his eyes and looked down at the
person in his arms.
In an instant, Drew felt as though he had been struck by lightning. His fingers trembled with a tingling
sensation as he held the womanâs
waist.
âBella?â Drew blurted it out instinctively.
But something wasnât right. This woman could not have been Bella.
Bella didnât have a mole on her eyebrow, nor would she ever wear this
type of sweet perfume.
Suddenly, Drewâs pupils contracted as his memory flashed back to
Meridan.
âIs it you?!â Drew exclaimed.
It was the woman he had encountered by chance in a foreign country.
She left an unforgettable impression on him.
âDo you know me, handsome? But I donât know you,â Yvonne slurred,
her eyes cloudy from the alcohol. Her arms were wrapped around
Drewâs neck, and her warm breath tickled his neck. âBut⦠I like your
direct way of approaching me.â