Chapter 134 Rotten Cucumber, Get Lost!
Everyone's an adult here, and William knew what Isabella meant.
But he really wasn't in the mood for that right now.
Having just gotten divorced, he didn't have those kinds of thoughts.
Right now, he just wanted to rest. He didn't want to think about anything else.
Thinking this, he suddenly felt glad he'd agreed earlier to meet Harold at Moonlight Bar.
With that thought, William spoke up: "I promised Harold I'd go meet him. You're not feeling well, so go back and rest."
Isabella looked at William. She pouted and said, "William... are you really not just making excuses? Or is it that you still have feelings for Amelia?"
Her eyes moistened as she took a step back: "If you don't want to be with me, then go find her. I think she'd still be willing to be with you."
William let out a long sigh. He reached out and gently stroked Isabella's hair.
"Isabella, I'm already divorced. That was my decision and my action."
Looking at the wronged and tearful Isabella, William felt helpless. He took out his phone and showed her the message Harold had sent him earlier.
"Let me adjust for a while, okay?" William consoled her. "I think I need some time."
After seeing Harold's message, Isabella looked very guilty.
"I'm sorry," Isabella said softly. "I thought..."
"Alright, go rest," William said, squeezing Isabella's hand again gently.
Only then did Isabella nod.
She opened the car door and got out. Standing by the door, she said seriously: "William, I'll wait for you."
Her eyes slightly red, she continued: "Until I can't wait anymore."
William paused for a moment. He didn't answer, only saying: "Go on back."
Isabella nodded, then walked back into the building.
Behind her, William reversed and left after seeing her enter the building.
About two seconds later, Isabella came back out. That pitiful look from earlier had completely disappeared.
She watched William drive away in his Aston Martin, her eyes full of resentment.
She could see William's hesitation, and she hated it.
Was he still unable to let go of Amelia?
She had to think of a way to truly become William's woman as soon as possible, and also get pregnant with his child.
Otherwise, many things would become more troublesome.
...
Meanwhile, at Moonlight Bar.
While Amelia and Jeffrey were in the dance floor, Harold sat bored in the private room waiting.
He took out his phone and found his chat with Thora.
After calling Harold a jerk, Thora had said goodbye to him and went to work as a clerk at a second-hand luxury goods authentication store.
Harold had visited that store a few times since, but the last time he went, the owner said Thora had left and moved to another branch to work in sales.
She'd changed locations after just a few days. Harold found it strange.
Was her performance not very good?
Thora used to be supported by him, spending every day buying bags. He thought she'd come back obediently after suffering for a few days, but this time she was holding out unusually long.
He had to admit, he'd been missing her lately.
That little temper of hers—he really liked it.
After thinking about it, he sent her a message.
Harold: What have you been up to lately? Do you have enough money? Want me to come support your business?
Soon enough, she replied.
Thora: Get lost!
Harold couldn't help but laugh in exasperation.
"Such a bad temper," Harold said with a laugh and a curse.
But... he loved it.
He still needed to find time to go see her.
With that thought, Harold put his phone back in his pocket, leaned against the edge of the room, and drank while watching the dance floor below.
As he was drinking, suddenly, he couldn't believe his eyes.
He squinted and looked carefully again.
"Amelia?"
This wasn't good—if William saw this, he'd definitely get angry!
Thinking this, Harold put down his glass and hurried out to check.
But just as he came out, the door to the next private room opened.
Mia came out with a smile, saying: "Soren, while Dash is in the bathroom, I'm going downstairs to find Amelia to hang out. Do you want to come..."
Then Mia also froze.
"What are you doing here?" Mia and Harold said at the same time.
Then Harold strode over and looked into the room.
He saw several young guys performing their talents.
Harold's face immediately darkened.
Amelia and Mia came to Moonlight Bar to drink together, and even found a bunch of guys to party with!
And they were dancing around!
If William found out about this...
"What are you doing!" Mia said angrily, trying to close the door.
Harold wouldn't let her close it, saying: "You and Amelia came here to party like this?"
"What?" Mia got fired up. "Is that not allowed? What's it to you? You can come here but Amelia and I can't?"
Mia and Harold had known each other since childhood—their relationship was neither close nor distant, just acquaintances.
It's just that Mia used to often hear Amelia say to her: "William and Harold went out drinking."
And Harold would often hear William say: "Mia and Amelia are joined at the hip, always giving Amelia bad ideas."
The complaints had been especially frequent lately.
Now that they happened to run into each other here, it was like enemies meeting—extra hostile.
"When we men come here to drink, you think you're the same as us?" Harold said angrily.
"How are we not the same?" Mia said righteously. "We women are also finding some handsome guys to dance with!"
"You're being unreasonable. I'm not arguing with you. Come if you want, but don't bring Amelia." With that, he quickly tried to go downstairs to find Amelia.
"Stop!" Mia grabbed Harold. "Don't you dare disturb Amelia!"
"Mia!" Harold got even angrier, and the two stood there arguing.
...
Meanwhile, William parked his car in the parking lot.
Looking at the street scene outside, he felt somewhat lost.
This day seemed particularly exhausting to him.
He took out his phone and checked—it was already 9 PM.
In three more hours, this day would be over.
Thinking of Harold's invitation, he got out of the car and headed into Moonlight Bar.
Inside Moonlight Bar, heavy music was playing, the speakers booming loudly.
The lights flashed rhythmically, and men and women on the dance floor were dancing freely.
William walked past the dance floor, heading toward the private rooms upstairs.
But in a quick glance, he seemed to see someone that made him unable to believe his eyes.
William frowned slightly, looking at the woman laughing and jumping in the crowd, as if he couldn't believe what he was seeing.
Amelia?
What was she doing here?
In the dance floor?
And she looked happy!