Billionaire's Match (by Tangy Candy) novel Chapter 1071

"Baby, something urgent came up at the company. I have to deal with it immediately. I didn't have time to tell you just now—go home first and wait for me," Trey said.

"Trey, how could you just leave without saying anything to me…" Ariana complained.

"Sorry, it's my fault this time. I'll explain everything when I get home later," Trey replied.

Ariana's chest tightened. Before she could respond, the call was abruptly cut off.

He had never treated her like this before.

All this time, she had been understanding and considerate—did Trey really think she was someone easy to push aside?

Ariana gripped her phone tightly, her emotions churning and refusing to settle. She had always been emotionally stable, yet at this moment, her feelings surged out of control like a tide.

Instead of letting the driver take her home, Ariana went alone to the most bustling bar street in Goldmont City.

Back in Yustonia, when she was under pressure, she would sometimes go out for drinks with friends.

But in Goldmont City, she knew no one. Even when she was in a bad mood, she only had herself.

She didn't book a private booth. She sat directly at the bar counter, drinking one specially mixed sweet cocktail after another.

But no matter how sweet the alcohol was, she couldn't taste any sweetness at all.

'It's all just nonsense drunk talk.'

'I'll explain it to you later.'

'…a fake marriage with her, and a real marriage with another woman—and even had a child…'

Those voices kept echoing in her mind.

Since returning to Goldmont City, she had already sensed the change in Trey—he was no longer the gentle, composed man who revolved entirely around her. Instead, he had become increasingly restless and distant.

The man's expression changed. "Young lady, you're a foreigner, aren't you? So pretty, but so rude? I heard foreigners are usually pretty open-minded."

"Get lost! You bastard!" Ariana slammed the table, her temper flaring with the alcohol. She cursed through gritted teeth and stood up to leave.

But the man's pride was wounded. He reached out, trying to grab her.

At that moment, a hand shot in from the side and firmly seized his wrist.

"Sir," a similarly teasing voice rang out, "the lady clearly doesn't want to talk to you. Have you no shame? Why are you still clinging on so disgracefully?"

Ariana looked up.

Beside her stood a young man. He wore a dark shirt with the collar casually open. Tall, long-legged, broad-shouldered with a slim waist—his figure was strikingly good.

Even though his tone was just as light and teasing, compared to the sleazy man harassing her, he somehow appeared refreshingly refined.