My Wife Is So Sweet (Natalia Dawson) novel Chapter 688

Chapter 688 Drinking in a Bar

Wounds could be healed, but scars would stay. Her mouth wanted to forgive Kristina, but her brain told her otherwise.

They would never be like in the old days, even if she could forgive Kristina.

Christine sighed and stopped thinking about it. She packed up a few things and went to Chad's ward.

Just by then, on the other side of the city...

Max was invited to a party at the bar tonight.

Ever since he was with Laura, he hardly ever hung out with his friends at the bar. He usually stayed at home or visited Laura at work as long as he had time.

Their hidden marriage went well. This was the first time he went to a bar after getting married.

His friends hadn't seen him for a while, but they didn't know about his marriage. They thought he was busy dealing with something personal, so they didn't ask much.

Max called Laura to inform her of his whereabouts before he went out for the party.

Laura didn't have a second opinion.

She hated being manipulative, nor did she feel anything wrong with guys hanging out. Although Max used to be a playboy, she knew that wasn't the real him.

Moreover, she can't get everything under control. So she would just let him.

Therefore, she didn't think much and agreed.

It was 9 in the evening when Max arrived at the bar.

He had worked overtime for a while and then had dinner before coming over.

It was already time to close up for other places, but it was still quite early for men in the bars.

The room was packed with people sitting at tables. A waiter brought him to a VIP room. As soon as he opened the door, he heard a burst of loud music.

"Hey, dude, there you are, finally!"

Someone welcomed him and put his arms around Max's shoulder. Soon, Max was blended into the lively atmosphere.

At the same time, in the box next door.

Gentry was also drinking with a bunch of people.

Those people weren't local. Some of them had blond hair and blue eyes, and some had a big beard. They looked rough.

Most of them had tattoos on their arms; several even had scars on their faces.

They talked, ate, and drank in a very primitive and bold way. Some were smoking.

The heavy smoke made the room a bit foggy.

These people looked very different from Gentry. Therefore, he didn't seem to fit in here.

However, judging by how they got along with each other, they seemed to have known each other for quite a long while. They didn't seem to have any issue communicating.

"Gentry!" The bearded man suddenly slapped him on the shoulder and asked, "Last time you mentioned that you came back for something. How is it? Have you finished?"

Gentry raised his eyes. Obviously, he was the weaker one of the two.

However, for no reason, he seemed to be looking at the man condescendingly.

The strong beard man seemed to be less confident.

Gentry was smoking and didn't answer that in a hurry. After he finished one cigarette and put it out in the ashtray, he said, "It's done."

The bearded man's heart skipped a beat when he saw Gentry did not look happy.

Upon hearing his reply, he heaved a sigh of relief and laughed again.

"Then that's great. That good thing! You should be happy. Why you the long face?"

The bearded man wasn't an English native speaker, so his wordings weren't expressive enough.

Gentry kept thinking about the two words, "good thing."