Chapter 381 Apologies Must Be Sincere
Desmond hurried into the bar where Dione was hanging out.
In the dim, noisy atmosphere, he finally spotted the booth where Dione and Violette were sitting.
He still had his mask on, looking totally out of place in a bar.
"Hey, Ms. Saunders," Desmond said as soon as he saw Dione, "I'm sorry about what happened before. It was my fault."
Dione held her wine glass, lazily eyeing him without saying a word.
Desmond was irritated by the loud music and Dione's cold reception, making him frown.
"Is that how you apologize? Don't you think it's a bit stiff?" Violette stood up from the booth and mocked him.
Desmond frowned at Violette, recognizing her as the one who had cursed him over the phone earlier.
Violette wasn't intimidated and glared back fiercely.
Seeing the mask on Desmond's face, she remembered Dione mentioning how badly she had beaten him up and sneered, "Why are you wearing a mask? Trying to hide your shame?"
Desmond felt that if he stayed any longer, he might lose his temper, so he turned to leave.
But Violette grabbed his arm, "Aren't you here to apologize? What, trying to leave already?"
Dione stood up too and said, "Yeah, I haven't heard your apology yet."
Their booth wasn't in a secluded spot, so when the two of them stood up, their situation immediately attracted the attention of the neighboring booth.
The neighboring booth was occupied by several men surrounding a woman.
The woman, bold and seductive, was smoking a cigarette, and her gaze fell on Desmond.
"Emma, what are you looking at?" one of the men leaned in front of her, following her gaze.
Emma replied casually, "Just watching a little drama to pass the time."
The woman was none other than Emma, the eldest daughter of the Kate family, who had just returned to the country and had invited some friends to the bar for drinks.
She happened to witness Desmond being harassed by Dione and Violette in the neighboring booth.
The man looked Desmond up and down and asked, "Isn't this your type?"
Emma rolled her eyes at him, "I wouldn't go for someone like that. I bet a drink that guy will end up on his knees apologizing."
The man looked at the situation with Desmond and didn't place a bet.
Desmond had already been forced to drink several glasses of alcohol by Dione and Violette.
However, the way he drank was quite comical, lifting his mask to drink and then putting it back on.
"Is that enough now? I've apologized and I've drunk. Can you let bygones be bygones, Ms. Saunders?" Desmond asked, suppressing the nausea from the alcohol and the dizziness in his head.
The three drinks he had just consumed were not ordinary beers but strong spirits. Yet, under the pressure and taunts from Dione and Violette, he drank them anyway.
Desmond thought that after drinking, things would be settled, but Violette spoke again, "Take off your mask to drink. Who knows if you're secretly pouring the drink away with your face half-covered?"
She lazily sat back on the booth sofa, pulling Dione down with her, mocking Desmond, who had just drunk three glasses for nothing.
Desmond clenched his fists but held back.
"If I take off my mask to apologize and drink, will you let go of the past, Ms. Saunders?" He ignored Violette and looked directly at Dione.
Dione shrugged, "Depends on your sincerity. Apologies should be sincere, you know?"
She had found drinking boring, but now that she could mess with Desmond, she didn't find it dull anymore.
It seemed that listening to Violette was indeed the right choice.
"Fine," Desmond said, taking off his mask.
He had been wearing the mask ever since Dione had beaten him up, but he knew the marks on his face were not as obvious as before.
However, when he took it off, Violette burst into laughter, and even the neighboring booth joined in.
Desmond ignored Violette's laughter and turned to glare at the woman in the neighboring booth.
The one who had laughed was Emma. After being glared at by Desmond, a hint of displeasure flashed in her eyes, and she said to the man beside her, "Looks like he'll have to kneel and apologize."
But the apology wouldn't be to Dione, it would be to her.
The man immediately understood Emma's meaning and signaled to a nearby bartender.
A muscular bartender quickly approached and respectfully inquired.
The man said a few words to the bartender, who immediately understood and arranged a private room upstairs for the two of them.
Emma, at the man's invitation, gracefully stood up, glanced at Desmond, and headed upstairs.
Desmond, who was drinking and apologizing to Dione, felt a chill run down his spine as if he had been stared at by a venomous snake.
Violette noticed the people at the neighboring booth leaving, but didn't pay much attention.
After Desmond finished his drink, she said, "Your face looks a bit asymmetrical. To show your sincerity, why don't you slap yourself a few times to even it out?"
Desmond was immediately furious, but before he could speak, a burly bartender approached.
"Sir, a lady would like to speak with you."
The bartender's appearance puzzled Dione and the others.
But Desmond knew he couldn't stay in this booth any longer.
He had almost lost his temper with Violette and Dione just now.
Since someone was looking for him, he took the opportunity to leave.
"Ms. Saunders, someone is looking for me. I'll be back shortly." With that, Desmond looked at the bartender, signaling him to lead the way.
Violette watched Desmond leave and couldn't help but feel a bit disappointed. "That guy sure knows how to act. That bartender must be someone he arranged. He just doesn't want to be messed with by us anymore!"
Dione didn't care, "Whatever, we already embarrassed him enough. Didn't you notice he was staggering when he walked?"
She didn't intend to make Desmond suffer too much, as she still needed him to deal with her family.
The two of them didn't stay long and soon left the bar.
They didn't know that after Desmond walked a few steps with the bartender, he confirmed that Dione and Violette couldn't see him and said to the bartender, "No need to lead the way. I don't want to see that lady."
He turned to leave the bar, but the bartender grabbed him.
"You don't have a choice." The bartender said, lifting him and carrying him to the second floor.
Desmond, already dizzy from the drinks, struggled but couldn't break free.
He was carried for a while and then seemed to be thrown to the ground.
"Is this guy drunk? Wasn't he just glaring at me?" Emma kicked Desmond on the ground, and when he didn't wake up, she stepped on his hand.
The pain jolted Desmond awake.
As he regained consciousness, the nausea from the alcohol hit him.
He vomited all over Emma's shoes, causing her to jump back in shock.
"Fuck! Wake him up!"
Daring to vomit on her shoes, she was going to make him pay!
Desmond was dragged to the bathroom and had cold water splashed on his face.
The cold water made him look even more disheveled, but also sobered him up a bit.
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