Chapter 072 Was This Playing Hard-To-Get With Her? The first floor of The Nomad was a combination of a nightclub and a bar. With dynamic electronic music, the dance floor was full of uninhibited souls. The
guests were drinking wine at the bar, flirting with the beauties who looked at each other by the way, and after a few chats, they felt that they were in harmony, so they walked into the elevator and went upstairs to get a room. This was the world of adults and the land of freedom. There was only one person who was out of tune with the surrounding environment. Owen ordered a few glasses of whisky and drank it alone, with a strong smell of alcohol on his body, but he didn’t show any signs of being drunk, and the air pressure around him was extremely low. The bartender glanced at him from time to time, and he had almost finished a bottle of Scotch. It was not that there were no bosses who came to The Nomad to drink and get drunk, but all of them were surrounded by beautiful women or were accompanied by drinking friends. Only this one was alone. In all fairness, he had never seen a man with such a perfect combination of appearance and temperament, sitting there drinking like an earl in a British drama, like an ancient prince, in short, a nobleman. Such a high-quality man was a beautiful landscape painting when he was just sitting here. Naturally, it was easy to attract bees and butterflies. The bartender counted with his fingers. From the time he sat here drinking, at least six beauties came, an average of one every five minutes, but each one came and left in anger. Because no matter what way the other party used to provoke, the gentleman didn’t lift his eyelids. He just muttered a single syllable from his throat, “Go away.” The bartender shook his head frequently as he watched, boldly guessing: If this person was not gay, then he must have suffered a serious emotional injury. In fact, Owen’s work had a lot of entertainment, and he had developed a physiological aversion to alcohol. Except for the workplace, he rarely touched things such as tobacco and alcohol unless he was depressed and needed to use alcohol to relieve his worries, as it was now. He rarely needed to drink alcohol to relieve his worries, but today he was particularly depressed, and this depression made him feel that if he didn’t have a drink, it seemed that he would not be able to make it through tonight. He was afraid he would rush to the Garden of Rose directly and ask Hailey, “Who the hell is that man?” He didn’t believe that she had so many cousins. Even if he was really a cousin, he
shouldn’t be this close. He never put his arms around her waist or around her neck. How could that man with pigtails do it! “Bang.” The wine glass was thrown heavily on the bar, and Owen said solemnly, “Pour it again.” The bartender just poured the wine, hesitating whether to remind him to drink less. A beautiful figure flashed over and smiled eagerly, “Handsome guy, you drink so much wine. Be careful of your stomach~.” The woman was wearing a red suspender skirt, her beautiful shoulder line was exposed half-naked back showed her butterfly bones, and her big wavy curly hair was draped behind her head, which was charming and moving and made the bartender’s eyes bright as if she was born with highlights. “You, you are Ashley Wilson?” As soon as the bartender shouted, the woman
stretched out a finger, gave a soft “hush”, and winked at him, “Keep a low profile, I just came back from filming in the mountains and forests, and I haven’t been in the city for a long time, I came out to have fun.” “Understood!” It was not the first time the bartender had seen a star. It was just the first time he saw the first-line beauty like Ashley. He immediately showed her the skills he had to make her a cocktail, and he carefully handed a small notebook to her, “May I have your autograph?” Ashley smiled slightly and simply signed a name for him. During the whole
process, Owen didn’t even lift his eyelids. He just drank the wine on his own. Ashley found it more and more interesting. Since her debut, or since she was born, she had never been so ignored by a man. She tilted her head, took a sip of a cocktail, and asked with great interest, “Sir, are you gay?” Owen frowned, and his cold eyes swept lightly toward the woman beside him. He didn’t know if it was because he drank too much, and the woman’s appearance was a little blurry. But her sexy and hot appearance made him involuntarily think of the
sexy young girl in the video. Was she here? His sullen eyes suddenly softened a bit, and he couldn’t help raising his hand to touch the woman’s face.
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