Chasing My Pregnant Wife (Rosalie and Theodore) novel Chapter 449

In the deep of the night, Sebastian sped along a quiet, secluded road until he reached an obscure bar with many motorcycles parked outside.

Sebastian was very distraught. He got out of the car and made a beeline for the bar, wanting to drown out his frustrations with alcohol.

Many people in the bar were dressed in biker style, with tattoos adorning their bodies. To a traditional person, they didn’t look very decent.

Sebastian walked, dressed in his suit, looking like a member of high society and sticking out like a sore thumb in the crowd.

Everyone was staring at him. He ignored them all, and sat at the bar counter and placed his order.

The bartender watched as Sebastian downed a few glasses consecutively.

“First time here, handsome? You don’t look like you’re in a good mood.”

Sebastian looked up and said coldly, “Just do your job and give me my drinks.”

He exuded an aura of cold authority, and his words sent a chill down the bartender’s spine.

The bartender had seen his share of hooligans and gangsters, many of them no stranger to gang fights. However, the aura that this man exuded was way more frightening than those hooligans.

Oftentimes, the ones who yelled the loudest were the most timid. The truly frightening ones are the ones who didn’t rely on yelling to make themselves known.

“Hey, bro.” A tall and lanky man sat next to him.

Sebastian ignored him, and continued drinking.

Instead of getting angry, the man said gleefully, “You don’t look like you belong here at all. You belong to one of them high-class banquets. Let me guess. Why in the world are you here, drowning your sorrows? Your face is wounded. You were probably in a fight. After the fight, you drove all the way here to this secluded face. If my guess is right, this is all for a woman.”