Chapter 130 Little Beast?
Eric set up a meet with Edward at a new luxury karaoke bar in Mugden.
In the VVIP room, Eric had a table full of top-shelf liquor. Holding a bottle, he sang terribly.
Edward sat straight on a dark red velvet sofa, whiskey in hand, looking all high and mighty like he was on a throne.
The lights flickered seductively. He stayed still in the shadows, but one couldn't miss his presence.
Edward's face darkened, almost crushing his glass.
Their friendship must be deep for him to sit through this awful singing!
After Eric finished a painful song, Edward stiffly sipped his whiskey.
"Bro!"
Eric, hiccuping loudly, plopped down next to Edward, throwing an arm around his shoulder.
"How's my singing? Still got it, right?"
Edward frowned and quickly dodged, making Eric fall onto the sofa. "Pretty good. One donkey sounds like a hundred."
Eric remembered Evelyn's harsh words and the knife that landed near his cheek, feeling both sick and heartbroken. "Everyone says Evelyn divorced you because living with your foul mouth would make anyone hit menopause ten years early!"
"Evelyn?" Edward raised an eyebrow and shot him a cold look. "Weren't you 'heartbroken'? You two shouldn't be that close anymore."
Eric choked. "I admit Evelyn is the most unique woman I've ever met. I failed miserably."
Eric took a swig of liquor and slammed the bottle on the table. "But I just don't get it. What's so great about you that Evelyn would give up her identity as the Taylor family's daughter, live incognito for three years as your nominal wife? You treated her like that, and she still stayed by your side. In the end, it was you who kicked her out."
"Eric, have you had enough?" Edward's eyes darkened, his fingers tightening.
"Of course not!"
With fiery eyes, Eric, full of resentment and injustice, let loose with the help of alcohol. "I don't get it! I really don't get it! Unless you two knew each other before, I really don't understand why she would endure so much for you!"
Not only did Eric not understand, but Edward didn't either. That was why, that day at Riverside Villa, he stopped her to ask for clarity. This mystery had gradually became a burden on his mind. Ever since he learned her true identity at Byron's birthday party, he had't had a single night of peaceful sleep.'
Edward's throat felt dry, and as he was lost in thought, Eric suddenly let out a bitter laugh. "Edward, I admit I've been quite the playboy, done a lot of foolish things, but this time, I'm serious about Evelyn. I always think, why couldn't I have met her earlier?"
Edward lowered his eyes, silent.
"If I had met her earlier, I would have told her to stay away from Edward, or she'd end up miserable!" Eric said.
Edward's eyes turned icy, feeling an urge to strangle him.
Jennifer's mood lifted when she saw Evelyn and insisted on treating her to a meal.
Unable to refuse, Evelyn picked a small Japanese restaurant and ordered simple dishes to avoid making Jennifer spend too much.
Though the food wasn't great, they had a lively conversation, frequently toasting. William, meanwhile, became a drink-pouring machine, barely touching his food. Seeing them so happy, his own mood lightened considerably.
After four or five flasks of sake, they were pleasantly tipsy and decided to go to a karaoke bar.
William planned to join them, but as soon as they got to the karaoke bar, he got a call from Gordon saying Dorothy wasn't feeling well and he should hurry back.
"William, you should go. Don't worry about us," Evelyn said understandingly.
"Yeah, William, go back," Jennifer added gently, seeing the worry on his face. "You've had a long day. Check on Dorothy and get some rest. Evelyn and I will sing a bit and then head home."
"Sorry, Evelyn, Jennifer. I can't stay," William sighed, feeling guilty. "I'll head back now, but Evelyn, if anything happens, call me right away!"
"Got it, go on," Evelyn said, giving him a gentle push.
William looked at her deeply before reluctantly leaving.
Jennifer watched their interaction, feeling a pang of jealousy. But she didn't envy Evelyn; she saw her as the most perfect woman in the world. It was only natural for William to like her. She felt unworthy of his affection, being so timid and ordinary. But why would Edward divorce Evelyn? Maybe Edward had some terminal illness and didn't want to burden her.
Evelyn booked a high-end private room. As they approached the door, they heard a heart-wrenching wail from the room opposite.
"That's a bit scary," Jennifer said, clinging to Evelyn's arm, shivering.
"If that's singing, then donkeys can be pop stars," Evelyn said, quickly pulling Jennifer into their room to avoid the lunatic next door.
They ordered a lot of chilled beer and snacks, creating a feast-like spread.
They were pros at singing.
After singing, dancing, and drinking, and with the joy of securing a project, Evelyn, usually a tolerable drinker, started to feel tipsy.
"Jennifer, I'm going to the restroom. Wait here and don't wander off!" Evelyn, her eyes glazed, slurred her words but still remembered to remind Jennifer.
"Are you drunk, Evelyn? I'll go with you."
Jennifer saw her face flushed like a ripe fruit, her beautiful eyes a bit unfocused. She hurried over to support her but was pushed away.
"No way! I'm the older sister. How could I be drunk? If anyone's getting drunk, it's you. I still have to take you home!" Evelyn hiccuped.
Jennifer couldn't help but laugh. 'What kind of logic is that?'
Evelyn came out of the restroom, feeling her way along the wall.
At first, her limbs just felt uncoordinated, but now she was starting to feel dizzy.
The luxurious karaoke bar was decorated like the Palace of Versailles, with mirrors everywhere and room numbers not in order. Evelyn quickly got lost.
Her vision blurred, she wandered for a long time, thinking she had found the right room, and pushed the door open without a second thought.
She ended up bumping right into Gilbert Alexander.
Evelyn let out a soft cry, her mind muddled. Her high heels wobbled, and she fell backward.
Gilbert's eyes flashed deeply. He swiftly reached out, catching her slender waist.
Through her silky blouse, he could feel the cool, elegant shape of her waist, so slender it was astonishing. His hand could easily grasp it, fitting perfectly.
Gilbert's breathing deepened as he looked at her face, beautiful like a rare gem.
"Miss, you've had too much to drink."
"No, I haven't!" Evelyn drunkenly stared at Gilbert's refined features.
Suddenly, she smiled, reaching up to take off his gold-rimmed glasses!
Gilbert's eyes instantly turned cold and murderous.
The last person who accidentally knocked off his glasses ended up feeding the sharks.
"Little beast, you're the little beast!" Evelyn said.
Gilbert's breath hitched, his face changing!
His deep eyes roamed over her radiant face. He suddenly spoke in a low voice, testing, "Are you Evelyn?"
