The CEO's Hidden Love: Midnight Temptations and Deep Desires novel Chapter 1157

In the dim light of the downtown bar, Wesley watched as Jeffrey stormed back in, almost as if he'd done a full 180. Wesley couldn't help but smirk, thinking maybe Jeffrey had seen reason after all.

"Mr. Turner? Had a change of heart, did you? Realized I was right all along?"

"Right my ass!"

Jeffrey didn't waste a moment, grabbing Wesley by the collar with a fury that seemed almost primal. "Who? Who the hell picked up my phone without asking?!"

His anger was palpable, and the two women sitting next to Wesley were too petrified to utter a single word.

"Mr. Turner! It was just a phone call, what's the big deal? Did your lady get the wrong idea or something? No worries! I'll explain it to her!"

Before Wesley could even finish his sentence, Jeffrey's fist connected with his face in a solid punch!

"Don't play dumb with me!"

Jeffrey's grip on Wesley's collar was suffocating, almost to the point of strangulation.

It wasn't until a few of the bar's regulars intervened, pulling Jeffrey away, that Wesley could finally catch his breath.

Wiping the blood from his nose, Wesley's anger flared up. "I invited you out for drinks because you seemed off! Said you wouldn't touch another woman, so I took care of them! All I did was answer a phone call and you hit me?! Jeffrey, you really can't see a good thing when it's right in front of you?"

"Shut your mouth, or I swear I'll end you!"

"Hey, Mr. Turner! Mr. Turner!"

The bar owner hurried over, desperate to break up the fight. Having these two at each other's throats was bad for business. "Let's cool it, gentlemen! Next time you're here, drinks are on me, how's that? You seem a bit tipsy tonight, Mr. Turner. Let me get someone to drive you home."

"No need, get lost."

Jeffrey shoved aside those trying to hold him back, his gaze sweeping the room before landing on the two women who had been sitting with Wesley.

Karen wasn't answering her phone, despite Dorothy's repeated attempts.

The frustration was palpable.

Watching Dorothy try another number, Everett, with his long reach, simply snatched the phone away.

"Huh?" Dorothy was visibly confused.

"Who are you trying to call now?"

"Kenneth! Maybe he can talk some sense into Karen." Realizing something, Dorothy made a face and raised an eyebrow. "You... you're not getting jealous over this, are you?"

It was just a phone call, after all.