A Night with the Zillionaire

om spots on the table with an empty look. The se

ose. Do you want more coffee or do

r head. “No, thank you. I’m

ince you came near our closing time, I’m so sorry to rus

ut

coffee. “Please receive this as our courtesy

h.” She took the packed coffee and

Yet she kept walking in a random direction. For sure, she didn’t wa

someone who didn’t even have a nerve t

How long had Jeremy been cheating on her? How long

life. However, the real reason for that was because she wanted Jeremy’s family to accept her well.

Bianca also expected Jeremy to have a more accomplished woman to be his wife. Rosalind wanted to prove

. Her foot brought her to a bar, so she entered the place. It wasn’t packed. Maybe

ed coffee and her handbag on the table, Rosal

ed quickly, and soon, he served a glas

er mouth and throat became warmer inst

how you should drink it, sweetheart.” Then he stare

rtful. After everything she had done, it was useless. Instead of happiness, she only got heart broken. She t

ng another glass, he said, “Dear,

th, “I just feel like a loser, you know. Knowing that you have stru

u will find someone better,

ile and lifted a hand. “Tha

don’t want to get

I have never been drunk in my life. There’s al

efore him! It will be a better way to pay back for what he ha

d tears trickled from the corner of her eyes. “I want to get drunk, only this time ….” Rosalind clenched her fist and punched her c

gave her another glass of tequil

or

ou must

head with both han

n drunk. It’s time

n she laughed aloud. “Ah, my new friend. Tequila.

ve her another glass. I’ll pay for everything and bring her home

With brown hair and eyes and moderate brown skin, the man was quite attractive. The bartender

n,” the

fore her, but her hand was unsteady. The man beside h

it, b

at the man, though she couldn’t see the man clear

re wel

Rosalind closed her eyes and bent her head fo

r from Rosalind, the man could only shake his head. He reached for his wallet and pulled thre

see so much money the ma

ed his driver. “Luca, I’ll go h

away,

door as if he were carrying his bride. The bartender

nosy, but the girl is our cu

is my future wife,”

d. “Oh! But she was

me.” Then the man gazed at the bartender right in his eye. “I