Substitute Bride For Young Master
Chapter 80's
The rest of the day was not well passed by Raymond. After leaving a pile of work in the office, he came home early with the aim of taking a break. However, upon arriving at his home and being surrounded by a long silence, Raymond felt that the chaos in his head had reached an intolerable limit.
Finally he woke up and washed his face, changed his clothes with a black T-shirt with a statue of liberty and a dark blue jeans whose color had faded slightly. The clothes made her look much younger and fresher. The cast in his hand actually makes Raymond look masculine and gives a little mysterious impression, very different from his calm and mature everyday appearance.
He got into the car and started the engine, then drove with one hand.Actually the crack on his left wrist was not too severe, he said, but to prevent him from forgetting and using his hand to lift heavy objects, he asked the doctor to cast a cast.
After removing the car from the garage, Raymond had no idea where to go. He crossed the Broocklyn Bridge and continued driving until he almost ran out of gas. After stopping by the gas station and refueling to the brim, he drove back to the city.
The sunlight had already dimmed when he returned across the Broocklyn Bridge. Not knowing where else to go, the man walked down the main road filled with passing vehicles. But that doesn't make him feel better either.
“Lorie ...”
Raymond called Lorie's name involuntarily. He was stunned for a moment, then exhaled loudly. Even after searching for outside busyness, Lorie's name still controlled her mind arbitrarily.
Encouraged by his frustration, Raymond turned his car around and entered the court of one of the nightclubs. A loud sound of music jolting instantly rang out the moment he passed through the entrance. He did not want to be disturbed, therefore he asked the servant to deliver him to a special place that could not be entered by just anyone.
The servant nodded politely then directed Raymond towards the VIP room on the second floor. His seat was near a glass window so Raymond could see the crowd on the dance floor. Surprisingly, after being among all the crowds, he still felt empty. It was as if a part of her was missing and left a gaping empty hole.
“Want what drink message, Mister?” ask the waiter
“Bring the best whiskey,” replied Raymond. I think he wants to get drunk tonight. Maybe that way his mind can be distracted for a moment.
“Good. Do you want a companion?”
“No need.”
“Good. Wait a minute.”
After the servant left, Raymond circulated his gaze. Although it was still quite late afternoon, the dance floor was already filled with fun-dressed girls dancing without weights. The striped-nose men who wanted to find pleasure went to tease the girls. Some of them were attracted to each other and exchanged contacts, whereas the unsuitable ones went in search of new prey.
Raymond snorted softly. If he could let go of all the trouble on his shoulders and feel free like that, it would definitely be very good.
Raymond's daydream was interrupted when the maid returned with her order.
“Please, Mr.” The waiter placed Raymond's order on the table.
“Sama-sama, Sir,” reply the waiter. He came out with a big smile.
Raymond poured his drink into a glass and downed it in one breath. A bitter and bitter taste swept through his mouth, then a burning sensation of heat passed through his esophagus as the liquid slid into the stomach.
He sighed softly and leaned his head against the sofa. Closing his eyes, he sharpened his hearing to allow his focus to be distracted by the loud music-stomping frenzy. For a moment his head was empty, unperturbed by the thoughts that haunted him all day.
Unfortunately, it did not last long. When he opened his eyes, the discomfort in his heart grew even more. The fact that Lorie already had a lover and was pregnant with the boy made her very uncomfortable. It was as if there was a lump of cotton that blocked his respiratory tract and made his chest feel tight.
Raymond poured another drink and pressed it down quickly. In just a matter of minutes, the whiskey in the bottle had already halved.
“Lorie ... Lorie ... Lorie ...”
Raymond uttered the name of the woman who had not since when occupied that special space in his heart. It continues to look like it is casting a spell. The heavier his head was, the more clearly he mentioned the name.
“Lorie, say ... what happened to me?” muttered the man while staring at the ceiling of the room that was hung by a crystal lamp.
“Lorie .. can you give me a chance? At least, let me meet and talk to you ....
“Lorie, I .. miss ...”
Raymond was raving like a fool. He felt very sad. Not even a single photo he had was to simply treat the longing in his heart.
Suddenly he felt very sorry for letting Lorie keep the photos while they were in Venice.
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