NovelEndChapter 51 The realization nearly drove Aaron to the brink of madness.
But as his gaze fell on Serena's peaceful, sleeping face, he suppressed the urge to lose control and gently closed the door behind him.
He headed downstairs, got into his car, and drove off to Neon Haze.
Neon Haze was a bar owned by Frederick.
At 3 a.m., the bar had just passed its peak of chaos, yet it hadn't completely quieted down.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtAaron navigated through the staggering patrons, making his way to a private room on the second floor.
He pushed the door open.
The door slammed against the wall with a loud bang, abruptly silencing the sounds of dice games, laughter, and whispered conversations within.
Everyone inside turned to stare at Aaron, who stood at the entrance radiating a menacing aura.
"Out!" Aaron commanded coldly, and the chill in his voice froze the room solid.
In an instant.
The crowd rose and poured out of the room.
Only Frederick remained seated on the couch, unmoved, casually swirling the drink in his glass. "Well, Mr. Vance, what's got you so riled up?" Aaron ignored Frederick and reached for a bottle of liquor, unscrewing the cap. "Hey, hey, that's vodka..." Frederick tried to stop him as Aaron took a deep swig of the vodka, but it was too late.
The vodka burned its way down Aaron's throat, igniting a fire in his chest and gut. Yet Aaron's expression remained unchanged, as if he had just swallowed water instead of vodka.
Frederick frowned at the sight. "Really, Mr. Vance? Drowning your sorrows in alcohol?" Aaron turned his head, his deep eyes locking onto Frederick's. "When do you think a woman would tell you she doesn't love you anymore?" Frederick, a seasoned player in the gof love, chuckled at the question. "Ah, you've cto the right expert. Generally, there are two scenarios. One, she's teasing you, wanting a bit of attention." "And the second?" Aaron pressed.
"The second, well, she's truly given up on you." Frederick looked at Aaron with amusement. "So, tell me, what kind of woman have you encountered?" Aaron didn't seem to hear Frederick's words, his gaze fixed intently on the vodka before him.
Noticing Aaron's unusual demeanor, Frederick realized the gravity of the situation. "What happened? Did Cynthia Lynwood say something to you?" Aaron's head snapped up, his eyes blazing as he stared at Frederick. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his voice tight with emotion: "It was Serena." Hearing Serena's name, Frederick relaxed slightly, "Ah, so it's... wait, Serena said she doesn't love you? Is that why you're like this? Aaron, are you serious?" Aaron glanced at Frederick, his expression inscrutable.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFrederick continued, "No way, do you actually have feelings for Serena?" Even as he asked, Frederick couldn't quite believe the words himself.
Aaron took another swig of vodka.
"If I didn't care, why would I have spent four years with her?" Frederick got up from the couch, scratching his head in confusion.
Previously, even though Aaron had mentioned that with Cynthia was going on Frederick hadn't taken it to heart.
He simply assumed Aaron was too emoment caught up in the moment to accept Serena leaving. After all, Frederick had seen all sorts of romantic entanglements and affairs.
With Cynthia Lynwood, Aaron was m always at her beck and callçevenn e willing to skip important dinners. If that wasn't love, Frederick didn't know what was.
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