Chapter 179 Will You Make It Up to Me?
Michael had seen the night at 3 AM in the Imperial Capital many times.
Back when SY was just starting, he had pulled countless all-nighters. He rolled down the car window, and the autumn night breeze of the Imperial Capital blew in, coldly brushing against his slightly tipsy and flushed face.
His thoughts became a bit clearer.
He thought, 'Is Sinclair serious about breaking up?'
He had made countless calls, but Sinclair's phone was always off.
If something really happened to Sinclair, Michael would feel guilty for the rest of his life.
She had been with him for almost a year, always obedient and well-behaved. He had long since gotten used to Sinclair's company in his daily life.
Sinclair was a great cook. When Michael had no appetite, she would make various dishes. Patricia had also eaten a lot of her cooking.
Sinclair never caused trouble and always prioritized Michael's feelings. Even in bed, she was extremely accommodating to him.
Even when he came back late from socializing, she would quietly take care of him and never lose her temper.
Michael had to admit, Sinclair was a qualified and excellent girlfriend.
She was indeed a good girlfriend and a good partner for marriage; but he was not a good boyfriend. He had someone else in his heart, yet he still pursued her when they first met.
The assistant driving in front, Luke Cole, couldn't help but say, "Boss, we've circled the Imperial Capital three times and haven't seen any sign of Ms. Cross. Should we keep looking?"
Michael felt a bit hopeless. "Call the police."
The assistant was stunned. He thought, 'Call the police? Really?'
Luke felt a bit awkward and mentioned, "But it's not time to call the police yet. Even if we do, they won't file a case."
He thought, 'Besides, isn't it just a couple's quarrel and a runaway? Is it necessary to waste police resources?'
Luke felt it was inappropriate and glanced at the slightly drunk Michael in the back seat through the rearview mirror.
Luke asked, "Boss, did you have a fight with Ms. Cross?"
Michael said, "She broke up with me. Does that count as a fight?"
Luke was shocked, thinking, 'Of course, it count!'
Luke awkwardly laughed. "Boss, maybe Ms. Cross broke up with you on purpose. Some girls keep saying they want to break up, but they don't really mean it. They just want you to apologize. If you sincerely apologize, she'll soften and come back."
Michael wasn't sure and said honestly, "She only mentioned breaking up once."
Luke asked, "And then?"
Michael said, "And then? Then she left."
Luke was slightly stunned. "She didn't say anything else?"
Michael shook his head lightly.
Luke had a bad feeling. Luke thought, 'Does Ms. Cross really want to break up? But the boss is handsome, has a good temper, rarely loses his temper with anyone, cares about his subordinates, and has a successful career. How could Ms. Cross bear to leave such a good man?'
Seeing Michael's worried expression, Luke couldn't help but ask, "Boss, why did you and Ms. Cross fight? Is the reason hard to resolve?"
Michael shook his head and simply said, "It's my fault. I thought no matter what, she wouldn't leave."
Luke thought, 'So, the boss didn't take Ms. Cross seriously, and Ms. Cross was heartbroken and wanted to leave.
'This... this is hard to judge.
'He deserves it.'
Luke asked, "But if that's the case, and Ms. Cross is intentionally avoiding you, we probably won't find her. Boss, should we keep looking?"
Michael thought, 'If we can't find her in the Imperial Capital, then Sinclair is likely back in her hometown.'
Michael finally gave up. "Let's go back."
He would go to her hometown to find her this weekend.
Even if they were breaking up, Michael wanted to talk it out in person.
But the details of Sinclair's hometown eluded him.
Michael suddenly realized that after almost a year of dating and even preparing to discuss marriage, he had never visited Sinclair's hometown or met her parents.
He didn't even know the exact address of Sinclair's hometown.
She had mentioned it before, but Michael hadn't paid attention and forgot.
Michael returned to Maple Villa.
After two days of socializing, even after taking a shower, he still felt his head throbbed painfully.
He fell onto the bed and slept in a daze for a long time. Thirsty, he called out, "Sinclair, get me a glass of water."
No one responded.
Michael instinctively reached out to nudge the person who usually slept on the left side. "Sinclair..."
But all he felt was empty air.
"Sinclair?" Michael became a bit more awake, forced his heavy eyelids open, and sat up, looking at the empty bed with a shadow of gloom in his eyes.
How could he forget, Sinclair had left.
He propped himself up and stumbled out of the room, intending to go downstairs to get a glass of water.
Patricia had just come back from outside, and they bumped into each other in the dim light, startling Patricia!
Patricia shouted, "Michael! What are you doing?"
Michael frowned and coldly questioned, "Why are you coming back so late? Where have you been?"
Patricia swung her new designer handbag. "I've been under a lot of stress lately, so I went clubbing with some friends tonight. Why aren't you asleep yet?"
Michael said, "Thirsty, came down to get water."
Patricia said, "You should have asked Sinclair to do it. Why come down yourself? Where is Sinclair? How come she didn't get up to take care of you when you're drunk? This woman... Michael, don't worry, I'll scold her tomorrow morning. She needs a lesson!"
Even Patricia had gotten used to Sinclair's presence. She had even forgotten that Sinclair had left yesterday.
Or rather, Patricia also thought Sinclair would obediently come back today.
But as it turned out, Michael hadn't even seen a trace of Sinclair.
Michael stood in the living room, momentarily dazed.
Patricia had already gone upstairs.
He poured a glass of water and drank it slowly. Halfway through, a sudden surge of anger welled up inside him.
The glass shattered on the floor, the sound echoing through the quiet house.
Upstairs, Patricia screamed, "Michael, what's wrong?"
Michael gritted his teeth and shouted upstairs, "Tomorrow morning, get out of here!"
Patricia asked, "What? Are you talking to Sinclair?"
Michael said, "I said! Patricia, tomorrow morning, get out of here!"
Patricia thought, 'Is he taking out his anger on me because Sinclair didn't take care of him?
'But it should just be an angry outburst, something Michael said in the heat of the moment.'
Patricia wasn't scared at all. She took a shower, lay down on her bed, and quickly fell into a sweet sleep.
She had no idea that Michael was genuinely angry.
Meanwhile, at Royal View.
Juniper felt the scorching heat from behind and wanted to leave the bathroom, but Magnus held her tightly in his arms.
Magnus took the dry towel from her hand, placed it on her head, and started drying her wet hair like he was petting a puppy. "You owe me from that time on the island, don't you think it's time to make it up to me?"
Juniper's ears turned red.
She didn't owe him anything; they never agreed to have a sexual relationship before.
Juniper said, "I... we've been traveling all day, and it's already late. Let's just wash up and go to sleep! I'm exhausted, goodnight!"
Juniper grabbed the hairdryer and broke free from Magnus, running away faster than a rabbit.
Magnus was stunned.
He thought, 'Now she won't even let me touch her?
'Is Juniper really that resistant to me?'
Magnus couldn't quite describe how he felt.
The clothes she had taken off for her shower were thrown into the dirty laundry basket.
He glanced at them, feeling annoyed.
Those clothes had been touched by William when he hugged Juniper tonight.
Magnus threw them straight into the trash.
After his shower, he went into the bedroom, sure enough, Juniper hadn't come over.
She had gone to sleep in Jenny's room again.
Magnus frowned, leaned against the bed without any sleepiness, and opened his phone. On the browser's search engine, he impulsively typed in a question: [Why doesn't a woman want to...]
He hadn't even finished typing when related questions automatically appeared below: [Why doesn't a woman want to have sex with you?]
Perfect, that was exactly what he was looking for.
Magnus clicked on it.
Someone had answered: [First, she has no feelings for you. If she doesn't like you, she naturally won't want to have sex with you; Second, you're too ugly. If you're ugly to a certain extent, there's no desire to have sex. Third, your genitalia is too small.]
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