Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 173

David's POV:

I took the opportunity and took Cathy to an empty box nearby. I could see that she was frightened. Her face was pale, and her body was trembling.

What was more, her clothes were ruffled, and her beautifully coiled hair was now disheveled over her shoulders. Not only that, fear was written all over her pretty face.

I patted her on the head comfortingly. "It's all right now. There's nothing to be scared of anymore."

Cathy pointed at my hand. "Y-you're bleeding..." she said with a trembling voice.

I lowered my gaze to look at my hand and shook my head indifferently as if the wound did not even hurt. I then looked her in the eye and solemnly said, "Let's get married."

Cathy looked at me in astonishment.

"I said, let's get married," I repeated, seeing that she was in a daze.

"Is it because we slept together once?" Cathy shook off my hand and continued, "We were both drunk that night. It was an accident."

"I don't care if it was just an accident or not. I have to be responsible for you. So, let's get married."

"I refuse," Cathy said flatly. If it were other girls, they would have been ecstatic. She, however, did not seem amused by my proposal.

Although I was disappointed with her response, I did not show it. "Give me a reason why we shouldn't get married. You'd better not tell me a lame excuse like you're poor and I'm rich and that we're not meant to be together. In my eyes, family background is merely additional decoration to one's characters. I don't really care about it."

Cathy pondered for a moment and then answered, "You're too old for me."

"Hey! I'm just eight years older than you." I did not know whether to laugh or cry. I must admit, I was not expecting that answer.

"Eight years is big enough an age gap. My mother won't let me be with someone much older than me."

As soon as Cathy finished speaking, she shook off my hand, opened the door, and left. Of course, I hurriedly went out and tried to catch up with her.

"Do you propose to every girl you sleep with?" Cathy scoffed when I finally caught up with her.

I was dumbfounded. Truth be told, that night was the first time I had had sex. However, being a virgin was not something one should brag about, especially when you were old. How could I tell her that I was a virgin until that night?

Cathy was a waitress in the bar, so she knew the place very well. Although I tried to follow her closely, I eventually lost her.

I returned to the box dejectedly. Fortunately,

Charles and Spencer arrived not long after to accompany me.

Spencer looked around as soon as he entered the room. Seeing that I was alone, he looked at me with pity and asked, "Where is she?"

"She ran away," I briefly answered, not in the mood for a chat.

Spencer was taken aback. "Ran away? Pfft. It turns out that you're not as charming as I expected. I thought she'd be grateful for your help and agree to be with you."

I sighed helplessly. "She thinks I'm too old for her."

For a moment, Spencer was quiet. But, all of a sudden, he burst into laughter. He laughed so hard that he clutched his stomach as his insides hurt. "Damn! I can't believe that you're actually robbing the cradle!"

I kicked him in annoyance. "Don't go too far."

"Why not? It's hilarious! Let me laugh a little longer!" Spencer collapsed on the sofa from laughing too hard.

I was at a loss for words as I watched him laugh and cry at the same time. For a second, I doubted if he was really my friend.

Only Charles seemed to notice my wound. He kicked Spencer on the shin and ordered, "Stop it. Deal with his wound first."

"Okay, okay. I'll call Vivian." Spencer did as told, but he still had not stopped laughing.

Vivian arrived a few moments later. She poured alcohol all over my wound to disinfect it. My wound stung and I frowned.

But strangely... why did I not feel any pain earlier? "Hold on. The wound is a little deep." Vivian carefully treated my wound. Her hands were so light that I could barely feel what she was doing. "Charles, why'd you come so late? You just missed the chance to fight alongside me. Don't you feel any remorse?" I asked teasingly while enduring the dull pain in my wound.

Spencer rested his feet on the table and grumbled, "Cut the crap. You ran away with the girl and left me to fight alone." Sure enough, he looked as though he had just gotten into a fight. His shirt was unbuttoned, and he had several bruises on his body. He looked like a gangster.

Meanwhile, Charles took a sip of wine. Unlike the two, he was unscathed. "You two are weak. It's embarrassing to fight side by side with you. I'd rather video chat with Scarlett than fight with you."