Chapter 61 Being Approached

After dinner, Jane wasn't satisfied and, as usual, dragged me, Yolanda and Tina to a bar. She said that bars and nightclubs were her second home since she decided not to get married.

"It's just men here, right? Look, they’re all here!" Jane shook her drink, raising her chin to show us the various men coming and going at the bar.

If I had Jane's attitude towards men, seeing them as nothing more than dirt, I wouldn't have suffered from insomnia and nightmares last night.

And when I did finally sleep, I dreamt about the day Charlie and I got married; but instead of my face, it was Lauren's. Charlie was no longer cold and heartless; he was incredibly gentle with "me," and his gaze could drown someone.

What else could that be but a nightmare? Just thinking about it now makes me feel uncomfortable all over.

"Rose, you were so alluring when you danced at the bar last time. Want to do it again tonight?" Yolanda smiled mischievously.

"Yeah, wasn't it that guy Charlie who took you away in the end?" Jane's eyes also lit up. "Men are so pathetic. They always find other women more attractive than their wives. But after a divorce; they can’t stand it when their ex-wives are desired by others!"

However, Tina had a different focus. She said, "That girl that night was the college student Charlie was pursuing, right? I have to say, she looks innocent. Isn't pure desire in fashion nowadays? I think she belongs to that type of person."

After Charlie and I left that night, there were still a bunch of our respective friends and Lauren at the bar. I have no idea what happened afterwards; all I know is that Lauren made a phone call and sent a message to Charlie.

Jane looked disdainful. "What's the point of having bad morals? She's entangled with a married man, didn't set clear boundaries, and she follows him to the bar to drink. Clearly a scheming bitch."

"Don't say that," I took a sip of my drink and said with a bitter smile, "Don't you know what kind of person Charlie is? Lauren, an ordinary college student, can't resist him at all."

Jane put down her glass and held my face in her hands, staring at me with wide eyes. "Rose, how can you speak up for a mistress? No matter if it's by force or willingly, it's just immoral!"

Tina added, "Yes, we must be lenient with ourselves and strict with others!"

Their words made me laugh. They didn't know my current mindset. I don't want to dwell too much on the things that are destined to happen and battling against destiny. It would only lead to breast cancer and an early death.

Just as the few of us were drinking and chatting, a familiar voice came from behind, "What would you like to drink? It's on me."

Without hesitating, we all turned to look. Clint stood by the bar, dressed like a colorful butterfly, deliberately using a deep voice to approach women.

"Then you can have a drink with me!" The woman he approached looked like a seasoned player in approaching men, her voice sweet and coquettish.

"If I get drunk, you better take care of me, alright?" Clint didn't notice us and was still fully engaged in his approach.

"If you get drunk... just make sure to arrange a place for me to sleep, okay?" The woman laughed frivolously.

As the two of them prepared to have a fun drinking session together...

Jane was furious and shouted, "Clint! You went out to have fun right after getting treated for impotence in the hospital? Didn't the doctor tell you to abstain for three months?!"

The shouting startled Clint, causing him to almost drop his wine glass. His anger quickly turned into fear when he turned and saw Jane.

Upon hearing Jane's words, the woman couldn't help but show a skeptical and disdainful expression. After giving Clint's groin a quick look over, she smirked and walked away.

Yolanda, Tina, and I couldn't help but burst into laughter. Jane was truly wicked.

Though Clint was frightened, his male pride compelled him to come over and pointing at Jane, he angrily said, "Firecracker, stop spreading nonsense here and tarnishing my reputation!"

"Clint, do you not remember I said I would hit you every time I see you?" Jane stood up, despite being shorter than Clint, exuding an imposing aura.

Clint took two steps back, stuttering, "Wh-why would you hit me? We have no grievances between us..."

Jane raised her hand, as if about to strike him. Clint pitifully shielded his head and said, "Hit me and see. Don't think I won't hit a woman. I'll have my dad introduce you to Mr. Donald..."

His words stopped abruptly, as if Clint realized he misspoke.

Instantly, Jane's face turned pale, and she grabbed Clint's collar, saying, "You bastard, it was you who had your dad introduce me to that bald man?!"

"Who told you to hit me before?" Clint tried to justify himself.

"You scoundrel!" Jane was furious and began throwing punches at Clint. He got scared and was about to run away, when Michael appeared just in time to block him from Jane’s attack.

Since Clint and Michael were both in New York, it meant Charlie and Lauren were the only ones who went to another city this time.

My heart sank.

"Calm down, Clint is still young and speaks without thinking. Don't bother with him," Michael played the role of peacemaker.

"Damn it, Michael! If Rose's dad introduced a 150-pound widow to you, what would you do?" Jane stood with her arms akimbo, questioning Michael.

Michael glanced at me, successfully empathizing, and immediately declared that he would go all out with me.

Jane pointed at Clint behind him and said, "Then step aside, I'll send him to meet God today."

Michael actually stepped aside, and with no one to protect Clint, he sprinted off. Jane didn't hesitate and chased after him, turning the lively bar into their playground.

After half an hour, Jane came back, looking relieved and refreshed.

Having had enough of the spectacle, I got up and went to the restroom. When I came out, a gentleman blocked my way, exuding a refined demeanor and wearing glasses. He gently asked, "Madam, would you like to have a drink with me?"

"A drink, huh? I hope I am not being too forward, but I have been observing you."

Is he hitting on me?

Initially, I wanted to decline, but for some reason, I found this man's voice and presence quite comforting. He seemed to be around the same age as me, and having a drink and a chat with him might be nice.

"Sure." I smiled slightly and sat down in the seat next to him.

Jane noticed us and gave me a flirtatious look, along with a thumbs-up gesture.

I shifted my gaze back and the man introduced himself, "I'm Logan, and you are?"

"Just call me Ms. Harrison." I didn't feel like revealing my full name to a stranger.

"Ms. Harrison, nice to meet you." Logan's smile was charming.

We sipped our drinks and had a conversation. Strangers often have limited topics to discuss, especially in these situations where successful approaches often lead to romantic implications. However, Logan was polite and didn't say anything that made me feel uncomfortable.

Suddenly, Logan asked, "Are you single?"

I was taken aback, and in that moment, I wondered what my husband, Charlie, was doing. Was he out shopping with Lauren, or were they already in bed, wrapped up in each other?