GoodReadUnlock the content CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE I also knew he once had a daughter who, after a bad breakup, drank too much and got assaulted. She never recovered and eventually took her own life. Mr. Seth opened this bar to give heartbroken girls a safe place to drink, where he could keep an eye on them. "Okay," I agreed, not wanting to stress him out.
"Wait here, don't leave on your own," Mr. Seth said as he turned to make scalls.
"Mr. Seth," a familiar voice called out just then.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtI looked up to see Wayne walking toward me.
I smiled. "Mr. Seth, looks like I won't need that ride after all." Wayne knew this place too. We'd run into each other here a few times before.
Tonight seemed like just another one of those 'coincidences." Chapter 92 +25 BONUS But I knew better-there were no real coincidences, just stuff that was bound to happen. I knew that.
"Settle up the tab," I said, tugging at Mr. Seth's sleeve.
"No need, next time," Mr. Seth wavedoff.
I didn't argue. If not this time, I'd just pay double next visit.
But Wayne pulled out his phone and scanned the payment code without even asking the amount. He just sent over a couple hundred right away.
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Mr. Seth looked like he was about to protest, but Wayne spoke first m "Whatever's extra, keep it to cover her next visit." Another visit? Did he think I was skind of regular drunk? Still, it was easier if he thought I was hammered.
Wayne cover, sliding an arm around me, and ledout of the bar.
The cool night air hitas we stepped outside, clearing my head a little. "Want to grab a car, or take the bike?" Wayne asked.
I hesitated, caught in a foggy memory.
Back when Wayne was always around, I didn't even have a driver's driver's license. I used to ride my bike everywhere, and whenever I drank here, Wayne would cto pickup on his bike.
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