“Z…”
Frederic’s throat constricted. He was usually good in words but could only break out in cold sweat in front of Zephyr now. Moreover, he had never seen Zephyr so stern.
“It’s not wrong to like a person, but you’ve got to know what kind of person it is you like!” Zephyr said sternly, “You can only determine if it’s worthy to love a person when you know them for who they truly are!”
“Z.” Frederic chuckled and emptied his wine. “Did you decide to love Cordelia after you got to know her for how she is? No! I can bet that you liked her at first sight!”
Zephyr’s gaze darkened. “What are you trying to say?”
Frederic did not answer but poured himself another glass.
“Cordelia’s not like that woman!” Zephyr’s voice was cold. “Don’t compare the two of them!”
“What?” Frederic scoffed, taking advantage of his tipsy state. “Your girl’s the apple of your eye, and the one I like is worthless?”
“You—”
This dumb*ss! If Michelle truly cared about him, she would have gotten together with him a long time ago and not kept him hanging for years!
It was so obvious that the woman was using him, and he stayed stubborn.
“She’ll like me…” Frederic took the bottle and gulped it down.
He had never drunk like this. He was a lawyer and had to constantly keep his cool and be alert. Today, however, he lost his composure.
Zephyr looked at him, heaved a heavy sigh, and left the room.
Frederic was the last one to leave the bar. It was already late into the night, and he had drunk a lot, so he staggered a little while he walked.
If he remembered correctly, this was the first time he had let himself go like this since growing up.
The Constables were a famous scholarly family in Centrolis, and his family was strict in educating him.
Before Frederic graduated from university, he had never had a sip of alcohol. It was after he started working and had to socialize that he took sips here and there.
Relationships-wise, he was a piece of blank paper. With how strict his family was, he was forbidden from dating too early. Michelle was like a shine of light to him, a fantasy in his youth.
It was not that Frederic did not know about Michelle’s attitude toward him. It was just that he had never lost growing up. He had good grades and a smooth career. Everything came easy to him.
That was why he could not lose… not even when it was difficult.
Frederic shook his head and took the steps down toward the car park. His substitute driver was already there. He passed the car key to the substitute driver, but the latter had never driven such a nice car and actually cut the engine off after tinkering with it.
The substitute driver turned to him in embarrassment. “Sir, I’m so sorry.”
Frederic sighed helplessly. He waved to dismiss the serviceman and hesitated to call his assistant when a sports car skidded to a brake in front of him.
The headlights were so bright that he could barely open his eyes.
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