Chapter 19 Confession
Jake was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped. The woman who annoyed him this time was Bryce's secret wife. To be honest, her beauty far exceeded that of her sister.
Her sister, Lily, was beautiful, but her face had too many artificial touches. Even though she always wore excessive makeup, Lily would never be able to compete with Rossie's natural beauty. Jake even thought that Lily was close to Bryce, not because of her beauty but because of their childhood friendship.
"Mr. Johansen, even though she is your ex-wife, that doesn't mean I have to apologize to her!" Jake refused to back down; his pride was too great, and he was reluctant to lose face. "If she apologizes to me sincerely, then I can consider this never happened."
"Your people might have done something to her if I hadn't arrived in time." Bryce's expression was as cold as ice. "Just because it didn't happen doesn't mean you're not guilty. Apologize quickly!"
Jake began to tremble inside but maintained his defiant stance. Rossie's face flushed as the effects of alcohol started to kick in.
She only heard something about an ex-wife and an apology, and she thought, "Does this disgusting man expect me to apologize? I might just twist his head off and use it as a ball!"
"Apologizing is too much trouble. I think we'll handle this my way. You can send him to the police station and let me play the model citizen, or take him outside and give him a good beating to settle this." Randall suddenly arrived and approached them with a mischievous smile on his lips. He brought two burly men with him and exuded a frightening aura.
"Why should I be beaten? Is there no law in this city anymore?" Jake's voice trembled with fear when he saw Randall, but he still felt no guilt.
Randall waved his finger, and the woman who had almost been drugged earlier hid behind him with a frightened expression.
"First, this incident took place in my club. These women are here to serve drinks and dance. They never provide personal services to customers. By forcing her to drink and harassing her, you have violated the rules of my establishment."
"Second, I do not tolerate illegal substances or drugs in my establishment. I hate it more than anything when someone engages in such activities here. I consider breaking the legs of anyone involved a light punishment! From what I've seen, you should be grateful to Mrs. Winter here. If she hadn't stopped you from getting my employees drunk, you might have died here!" Randall continued firmly.
Bryce was shocked. He had just found out what was going on here.
"Haha! Well done, buddy!" Rossie's eyes narrowed into crescents as she gave Randall a thumbs-up.
"Thanks for the compliment." Randall glanced at her.
Bryce felt an indescribable tension in his chest as they exchanged teasing glances.
"Bryce, what do you think of my suggestion?" Randall asked.
"I think it makes sense," he replied briefly.
"It's my fault! I'm sorry! Mr. Johansen, I really didn't know that this woman was your ex-wife. I'm so stupid. I will definitely compensate Mrs. Winter. I'm sorry!" Jake bit his lip as he apologized to Rossie. At that moment, he looked completely desperate.
Bryce was still not satisfied, but then he realized that Rossie was no longer there. He panicked and looked around.
"Are you looking for your ex-wife? Look over there!" Randall whistled and nodded toward the stage.
Bryce's eyes narrowed, and his heart pounded.
Amidst the captivating lights and shadows, Rossie swayed her slender body, dancing sensually and cheerfully. She looked like a goddess, outshining everything around her.
"You're really drunk, Rose!" Bryce thought to himself, shaking his head.
She didn't know what she was doing. She felt like a bird flying freely. Suddenly, her body leaned backward. Amidst the gasps of the audience, she fell into a firm but warm embrace.
She tried to focus and saw Bryce's handsome face filled with anger. With a silly smile, she said, "I feel nauseous."
Bryce dragged her to the men's room.
Rossie bent over the toilet and vomited nonstop. At first, Bryce stood near the door and stared at her coldly. However, when he saw her in pain, Bryce walked closer and gently rubbed her trembling back.
After Rossie finished vomiting, she staggered to the sink and rinsed her mouth.
"Ugh... I feel so bad..."
"Then why did you drink? You caused this." Bryce stood beside her, his eyebrows furrowed with a cold stare.
"Because... I'm sad. I feel so bad."
Rossie's mind was foggy, and she even mistook Bryce for her older brother. Rossie started coughing and crying, "Why doesn't Bryce like me? Why..."
Bryce's heart pounded, his thin lips pressed tightly together as he listened to her complaints.
"I've tried my best to get his attention. I tried to do what he likes and leave what he doesn't like, but it seems that the harder I try, the more he hates me. Why is that? Tell me!"
Suddenly, Rossie turned around and hugged Bryce, crying hysterically on his chest. Her tears, runny nose, and makeup-stained his clean shirt.
He stood stiffly in place, his throat tight as he felt her hot tears burn his chest and seep into his heart.
After a moment, his voice deepened as he asked, "Do you really love Bryce?" \\=
Rossie lifted her tear-stained face, her red lips slightly parted.
Bryce swallowed hard as he fought against the strong temptation of lust. He regretted asking the question.
So what difference did it make if he loved Bryce? What difference did it make if he didn't? Their divorce was final, and Lily was his only life partner.
With a loud bang, the toilet door was kicked open.
"Bryce! How can you be so shameless? Aren't you satisfied with what you have?"