SWNOVELS Chapter 1364
The bottle shattered into countless pieces, scattering across the floor. The woman jumped back, startled by the sudden violence. Her heart pounded in her chest as she stared at Quincy in disbelief. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I told you to get lost," Quincy finally looked at her.
His gaze was void of any emotion or desire, filled only with pure disdain. In that moment, the woman felt a sharp sting of rejection.
Was she really that undesirable? A man who wouldn't even consider a woman throwing herself at him, going so far as to smash a bottle. How harsh.
"Fine, I'll leave! What, you think you're the only option I've got?" she retorted, her pride wounded. She spat out, "With that attitude, who else would even want you? If you didn't want to be bothered, why come to a place like this?" Bars were for unwinding, for indulging in pleasure, so what was he doing pretending to be the good guy?
Quincy didn't respond. As the noise around him quieted, he sat back down, lost in his thoughts, nursing his drink. If only Lydia were here. But he knew better than anyone. His wish was a fantasy that would never come true. Just as he reached for another bottle, Eugene walked by, heading straight for the booth where Lydia sat.
She had already lost count of how many creepy men had tried to hit on her. A few of them hadn't taken no for an answer, but they quickly backed off when she flung beer bottles at them without hesitation.
One guy almost got hit in the head, which scared him off for good, though a few still kept stealing glances, planning to circle back later when they thought it was safe.
That was, until Eugene showed up.
He snatched the bottle from her hand. "Lydia, what are you doing? It's late, and here you are drinking alone."
"That's my business, not yours," Lydia replied, unbothered. Since Eugene had taken her drink, she reached for another one. There was plenty to go around.
Eugene grabbed her hand before
she could. "We're friends. Your
business is my business. Lydia, do you even realize where you are? You've been targeted already. If you keep this up, you're going to get drunk, and then what? Do you know What could happen?"
With so many men eyeing her, Eugene knew exactly what they were thinking. He was livid. If this weren't a public space, he would have dealt with them already. It took everything in him not to tear those lecherous stares away from her.
"I'm not a child. If I want to leave, I'll call my bodyguards," Lydia replied, half annoyed, half amused by his concern. "I get that you mean well, but I don't need it. Can't you see that, Eugene?"
All his concern and care felt like a burden to her, only fueling her frustration.
Of course, Eugene understood. But when it came to love, rationality had no say in the matter. Just as Lydia couldn't let go of Quincy, Eugene couldn't let go of her. So he played dumb. "You do need it, Lydia. You can't take care of yourself right now."