Chapter 370
Besides, there were real obstacles between Michael and Winnie. Oscar would almost certainly never approve of them being together.
Michael was a hopeless romantic. It had taken him so long to let go of his feelings. If Winnie couldn’t treat him right… the pain would fall on both of them.
Love-what a strange, impossible thing. Too little, and it fails. Too much, and it suffocates.
Khloe raised her glass and drank half of it. She had come out to relax, to drink and unwind, but Winnie’s mood had rubbed off on her. Suddenly, she felt moody and sentimental, too.
She had promised herself only a drink, yet she downed three in a row. The alcohol wasn’t strong, and when the time was nearly right, she called a ride and excused herself to the restroom.
Winnie leaned on the table, scrolling through her contacts on her phone. Her fingers paused over Michael’s number.
Then her phone vibrated, pulling her attention back. Across the table, Khloe’s phone buzzed, left unattended. Winnie squinted and saw the incoming caller ID: Nick.
Before she could react, the screen dimmed-but the call didn’t end there. Seconds later, it rang again.
Winnie, a little drunk, answered immediately. “Hello? Nick?”
“Who is this?” Nick’s voice was cautious on the other end.
“I’m Winnie,” she said calmly. “I’m out drinking with Khloe. She’s in the restroom. We’ll be leaving soon.”
“Where?”
That one word, sharp and cold, was like a command rather than a question.
Winnie frowned. Direct, indeed-but she told him anyway. “Nearby, close to the Morrison Group. Are you picking Khloe up? We already called a driver. There’s no need to trouble yourself to come.”
“I’m nearby. Ask her to wait for me.”
With that, Nick hung up. Winnie opened her mouth to reply, but all she heard was the dial tone.
Nick was certainly not easy to deal with.
Though she had always thought Khloe looked happy with him, the sweetness between lovers had its limits. Winnie had no confidence in love and viewed everything with suspicion.
That Khloe had come out drinking with her tonight-regardless of Nick-made it clear something was off between them.
Winnie hesitated. Had giving him their location been the right thing to do?
By the time Khloe returned from the restroom, Trey had also stepped out of the private room for some air. Everyone had been drinking, having fun, and refusing to let him leave. To avoid killing the mood, Trey had no choice but to stick around.
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“Khloe?”
Just as Trey perked up, preparing to return to the room, a figure suddenly crossed his path.
Even in the dim lighting, he was certain he wasn’t mistaken. It was Khloe.
The bar was noisy with loud music, so she didn’t hear anyone calling her. She walked slowly forward.
The next second, a tall shadow blocked her path.
Seeing who it was, Khloe’s remaining tipsy haze evaporated instantly, her expression hardening.
“Khloe, it’s really you! I know you hate me right now, but I’ve missed you these days. I regret it all. I hate myself even more than you hate me! Please, let’s talk…”
Trey lunged to reach for her, trying to pull her into his arms. Khloe quickly stepped back, but the crowded bar made it difficult to move freely.
“Get away from me! There’s nothing between us anymore!”
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