Chapter 72 She Sat at the Bar in a Camisole, Drinking

Lara froze.

He asked if she knew.

Avila went to the US and never reached out to her again.

Obviously, she didn't know.

Clank.

Timothy unbuckled his seatbelt, "Didn't Avila tell you?"

Lara chuckled, "Didn't he send you to tell me?"

"..."

She looked at him, "Which day is it?"

"Next weekend."

As Timothy spoke, he rested his hand on the steering wheel and explained in resignation, "It wasn't Avila who asked me to come. The Acevedo family received the invitation today, and I thought you knew."

Considering she, as the bride, hadn't received any news, how could he be so foolish to speak up.

The invitations, it turns out, have already been sent out.

And as the bride, she only found out about it through a friend.

Indeed, it was quite laughable.

Lara wasn't really angry at Timothy; she knew Avila's temperament.

She knew, but she felt a bit bothered.

Accumulating the emotions of these past two days, an inexplicable sense of loss crept up on her.

The smile on her lips gradually turned bitter and she said softly, "So, I'm getting married next weekend, and you plan to bring that young model named Daisy, right?"

Timothy was stunned.

Lara sighed heavily and looked him in the eye, "Don't come, Timothy, alright?"

"Lara..."

"Timothy, if you consider me a friend, then don't come to the wedding."

"Why?"

Why...

She stared blankly into the dark night. For her, it wasn't a wedding, but a transaction.

A utilitarian transaction that didn't require the presence of friends.

Not only Timothy, but even Chloe had been informed.

For her to feel at ease and complete the wedding formalities, she needed her dearest friend not to attend.

It was the fourth day since Avila went to the US.

Her empty phone still hadn't received any messages from him.

As a bride, she had been taken by the driver to try on wedding dresses and jewelry after school these past few days, going on until after ten o'clock every night.

Lara had always thought that she wouldn't get angry, after all, she also wished for Bella to cling onto him, preferably to cancel the wedding.

But now.

Now that he wasn't coming back, she still had to participate in the complicated process of the wedding alone...

Finally, the woman couldn't contain her annoyance any longer.

Whether it was the wedding preparations or Avila himself, they both pissed her off!

And as the days passed, this anger finally exploded beyond control.

So, after school, when her classmates asked her to hang out, she readily agreed.

She followed her classmates, sneaking out through the back door to avoid the driver, and made her escape.

However,Lara did not expect that it would be Thurman who came to pick them up. After exchanging greetings, it had no effect on her mood to have fun.

Recently, a new bar opened on the pedestrian street near the school, specifically targeting college students. The design was unique and refreshing. Everyone who went there said it was a lot of fun.

At this age, it's definitely the time to have fun, not to get damn married!

During the drive, Lara didn't speak much with Thurman. It was clear that ever since she told him she was married, he had been avoiding her.

Lara thought it was fine like this; people need to have boundaries. Without boundaries... can they even be considered human?

The only scoundrel she knew who lacked boundaries and couldn't be considered human was Avila.

At the bar, after checking their IDs, Lara and her classmates went in.

It had been a while since she had been in this kind of environment, so she immediately started having fun as soon as she entered. On one hand, she wanted to vent her emotions, and on the other hand, she genuinely found it enjoyable.

With her beauty and dance moves, Lara quickly became the center of attention on the dance floor.

On the other side, amidst the noisy environment, Thurman sat awkwardly at the table, feeling out of place. He didn't even know why he came... but here he was.

All the classmates who came together were having a great time, while he didn't know what to do.

After sitting still for twenty minutes, Lara finally left the dance floor, panting, and returned to her seat.

Thurman immediately got her a glass of juice.

Lara shook her head with a smile, took a bottle of beer from the table, took a few sips, and then said to him, "No one drinks here."

Embarrassed, Thurman put down the juice and his face couldn't help but turn red. "Do you often come to places like this, junior?"

"No," she replied. Then she smiled again, with a profound sense of loneliness in her smile, and added, "But I might come often in the future."

"Wouldn't Mr. Avila be angry if you come here to have fun?" Thurman asked.

"He would," she answered firmly, then smirked playfully, "but Mr. Avila is very busy. Besides me, Mrs. Avila, he has other women to attend to, you know?"

Thurman... His eyes couldn't hide his astonishment.

In high society, it wasn't surprising that wealthy people lacked loyalty in marriages. However, his sister and brother-in-law had always had a good relationship, to the point where he almost forgot that not every wealthy person was like his brother-in-law.

Unable to control his heartache, Thurman felt a heavy feeling in his chest. This girl, so beautiful like a flower, should be cherished and protected, not casually married and treated like an ornament at home.

Just the thought of her suffering such grievances made Thurman feel even more pity for her.

Covered in sweat, Lara continued talking as she adjusted her dress.

Her shoulders were bare, and she sat in her place drinking, wearing only a strapless dress. Even though it wasn't considered too provocative for a bar, a beautiful woman, even if wrapped in a sack, shone like a bright moon in the night sky, constantly attracting others' attention.

In just a few minutes after Lara sat down, four or five men had come over to chat her up. Though they were all rejected, more people continued to approach her.

Thurman glanced at her dazzling white shoulders and picked up the shawl she had left on the chair. "Junior, you should put this on."

Buzz~

The phone vibrated and lit up on the table.

Lara glanced at it.

The jerk who had been missing for four or five days was calling.

She snatched the shawl the man had just put on her, casually throwing it on the table to cover the constantly vibrating phone. Then, she grabbed Thurman's arm and pulled him towards the dance floor. "Senior, dance with me."

The music was booming, and men and women on the dance floor were swaying and venting their emotions.

Thurman, being an excellent student, was in this kind of place for the first time. The music was so loud it was deafening for him.

Nevertheless, he endured the discomfort and shielded Lara from the men trying to get close to her.

This place was too chaotic. If he didn't know she was coming, Thurman would never have come here.

Fortunately, he did, or else she would have surely been taken advantage of.

Lara danced on the dance floor, while the phone on the table repeatedly lit up, with no one answering and hanging up, then repeating again and again.