Forget it.
He directly closed the door of the bedroom, turned, and walked downstairs.
After hearing the sound of the door closing, Nicole, who was lying on the bed, thought, Who would ask Evan out to The Passion at this late hour?
He actually rushes over so impatiently that he doesn’t even tell me.
Has he been bewitched?
She was certain that it would definitely not be about business as people like Evan would never go to nightclubs for socializing.
The more she thought about it, the curious she became. Her imagination started to run wild.
The person who asks him out to The Passion should be a woman, who wears heavy makeup and is a sultry type.
Or maybe, the woman is of a pure, cute, and shy type.
Maybe—
Regardless of what she imagined, the thought of the ambiguous atmosphere in the bar which was filled with pheromone made her believe that the person who asked Evan out was a woman.
“He’s definitely up to something, going to a place like The Passion at night.”
After she finished nagging, she became more irritable.
At this moment, the phone suddenly rang. Glancing at it, she saw that it was a call from Sheila.
“What’s the matter, Sheila?”
Sheila bawled in anger, “Nicole, Davin goes fooling around at the bar again. Ask Mr. Seet to do something about him!”
Fooling around at the bar?
Davin isn’t the only one. Evan does as well!
“Which bar did he go to?” she asked casually.
“The Passion. The bar with the most beautiful women and the easiest bar for a fling!”
The Passion that’s the easiest bar for a fling!
Nicole rubbed her fingers hard as the things she had imagined in her mind just now suddenly overwhelmed her.
The two of them went to the same bar.
Did they agree to meet there?
As a typical playboy, Davin was frivolous. Hanging out with him would definitely mean that they were up to something.
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