GoodReadAnd then he abruptly ended the call, as if he was terrified of hearing any more harsh words from Dorothy.
But wasn't the one who uttered harsh words also suffering? Dorothy clenched her phone and closed her eyes, only to find that tears had unconsciously trickled down from the corners of her eyes.
She didn't even know when she had started crying.
The wind at the street corner still blew fiercely. The teardrops either fell on the back of her hand or on the hem of her clothes.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtDorothy didn't dare to cry out loud.
Hurting Everett was the last thing she wanted to do.
But she had no other choice.
To protect her children from harm, to uncover the truth, she had to lie low and make sacrifices.
When Jeffrey received a call from Everett, he was still searching for the kid. He genuinely liked that child! "Hello?" "Let's get a drink." Jeffrey was taken aback, "Did | hear you right? You said, let's get a drink?!" "You coming or not?" "Sure!" Without a second thought, he knew that his buddy must have been hurt by Dorothy again! In all the years he'd known him, only matters concerning Dorothy could cause him such emotional turmoil.
After heaving a sigh, he rushed to the bar after handling his affairs.
Because Everett wasn't fond of crowded places, he had reserved the entire bar for the night. The music was still playing, the lights were still on, the drinks were still there, but aside from him sitting on the couch, there was no one else.
Jeffrey strode over and rolled his eyes as he sat down.
"Buddy, you seem to have a misunderstanding about drowning your sorrows in alcohol. You've cleared out all the girls in the bar, then where's the fun in that?" Everett looked at him and poured him a full glass of whiskey with his slender fingers.
"Drink." "I can drink, but let me call a few girls over. It's no fun just the two of us." Jeffrey also hoped that Everett could move on from the past.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmEven if he didn't end up with Heather, there were other women, right? The world wasn't just Dorothy and Heather! He felt that Everett was just shutting himself out, unwilling to interact with others.
"No." Everett refused with a frown, "They're annoying." "So if we call Dorothy, it won't be annoying, right?" Jeffrey said, and immediately wished he could slap himself.
Sometimes his brain couldn't keep up with his mouth; he spoke before he thought! Sure enough, Jeffrey saw the light in Everett's eyes quickly darken.
He scrambled to smooth things over, but in the end, all he could do was sigh, "Everett, you really should let go! It's over between you two." Everett picked up the bottle of whiskey on the table, tilted his head back and drained it in one gulp.
"| thought that child was hers." "I told you before that it's not hers! But you wouldn't believe me." Jeffrey also downed his drink, "You said before, besides Dorothy, you didn't have any other women, right? So could it be possible, that someone stole your..." Everett looked up, frowning, "What?" "Come on! You haven't been with a woman for so many years, and you've never taken care of yourself? | mean masturbation.” Everett was left speechless.
"Of course you have! What if someone with intentions stole your sperm? I've seen cases like this on the news." After saying this, he flipped out his phone and showed Everett.
Everett wasn't in the mood to look at that.
But it was true, he ‘had taken care of himself’.
Aman always has those needs, but he could only do it while thinking about Dorothy.
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