A girl was straddling Simon’s lap, her arms wrapped around his neck as she fed him cherries from her fingers. They almost kissed.
Then, she saw me.
The room went dead silent.
Even she froze in place.
The suffocating tension lingered until Simon’s buddy finally broke it.
“I knew it! Chloe was bound to come crawling back to beg for forgiveness!”
“And look at her—all dressed up just for Simon. If that’s not love, I don’t know what is!”
The man who had dragged me in seized the moment, giving me a shove forward.
“Chloe, don’t get me wrong. Women are practically lining up for a guy like Simon. If you don’t hold onto him now, someone else will, and you’ll regret it.
“I’m just looking out for you. With what you’ve got going for you right now, you’ll never find a man better than Simon. You should be grateful.”
Around the room, knowing glances were exchanged. Everyone was sneering.
They were all waiting for me to break down in tears and beg Simon to take me back.
Simon kept his hand on the girl’s body, idly stroking her, but his gaze was fixed on me, amusement flickering in his eyes.
“Chloe, stop playing these boring little games. I don’t have the patience to humor you every time. This time, I’ll let it slide. But don’t pull this stunt again. Understood?”
He casually nudged the girl off his lap, dismissing her like a pet.
Then, with the same arrogance, he crooked a finger at me. “Come here.”
His eyes flicked toward his lap, making it clear what he expected. His voice was as condescending as ever.
“Pour me a drink, Chloe. Consider it an apology, and we’ll call it even.”
The room erupted in cheers.
“Come on, Chloe, Simon’s giving you an easy way out. Just take it.”
“Yeah! And don’t forget—three shots as a penalty!”
interesting!
Are they expecting me to be a fool like before?
Noah has already returned!
Under the expectant gazes of the crowd, I stepped forward.
