There was a flash of teasing in Fredric’s expression.
“I can—”
Before he finished, Trinity patted her chest boyishly. “It’s fine, it’s fine. I can handle it myself! You… You can go back. No worries!”
She went back to the neon and noises right after that. When she turned around, she looked a little miserable.
She wondered if it was her delusion, but she seemed to see a hint of concern in that man’s eyes… The sentence that he did not finish—did he want to be her bodyguard and send her home?
That was impossible.
Trinity shook her head and commanded herself to stay level-headed. It had taken her so much time and effort to remove him from her heart. She could not put him back in there now.
She knew that he was a devoted person, so he probably only had Michelle in his heart.
Trinity chuckled bitterly and went on to drink and sing with Millie and the others.
Peals of laughter and giggles kept coming from the bar. The female celebrities were good at singing and dancing, turning the place into a large-scale variety show set. It was just that no matter how large a variety show was, it would be impossible to invite so many bigshots simultaneously.
Fredric chuckled. Trinity was influential, and the reason for that strength was her unique charm. It was undeniable that some people were born with light.
Fredric found himself an empty seat and sat down.
Two bartenders whispered to each other for a while and most likely recognized him to be the lawyer who contributed a lot to the Hamertons, so they served him a Long Island.
“Apologies, Mr. Constable.” The handsome man was apologetic. “The place’s booked tonight, so this is all we have.”
Fredric smiled and accepted it, taking a sip.
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