Female Novel
Chapter 880
Everyone knew those truths.
But Kenneth couldn't bear the thought that he might fade from her world.
After a prolonged silence, his voice was tender, “I’m sorry, Dorothy. I’ve been a burden for too long,right.”
“You don’t have to put yourself down like that,” she replied. “I just hope that someone as good-hearted as you will get the happy ending you deserve.”
“Yeah, I will. I’m going to spend some more time with Eleanor and then I’m going to propose,”Kenneth said, his gaze fixed on her, never allowing his tumult of emotions to spill into harsh words.He always honored all her wishes. “Would you come to the wedding?” he asked.
“I might. If I'm around, I'll be there.”
He nodded, “Okay.”
After he left the cemetery, Dorothy lingered a while longer, speaking softly to her mother’sgravestone, “I’ll come back on the day of the verdict.”
Descending the hill, Dorothy didn't hail a taxi back to her apartment. Instead, she headed straight tothe supermarket. She needed a drink.
The court session wasn't until the next afternoon, so even if she got wasted tonight, it wouldn't messwith anything.
Without a drink, she’d face another sleepless night. It would be unbearable watching the clock ticktowards dawn.
But after aimlessly wandering the supermarket aisles, Dorothy left empty-handed. She thengrabbed a cab and made a beeline for the local bar.
If she was going to drown her sorrows, she might as well do it surrounded by others looking to dothe same. It made her feel less conspicuous.
As soon as she walked in, Dorothy caught the eye of a lot of men. She didn't look like your typicalclub-goer, but that didn’t matter. Her innocent yet alluring face and slender figure exuded achallenging aura.
Men are drawn to challenges, after all.
“Miss, may I have the pleasure of buying you a drink?”
The first suitor approached swiftly, not-so-subtly flashing his exclusive credit card.
Dorothy merely glanced at it, not chasing him away but not engaging either. She just downed herdrink and took out her phone, dialing a number.
“The number you have dialed is not in service…”
As the man realized she wasn't interested, he left with his ego slightly bruised.
The second and third attempts by other men yielded the same results.
Dorothy kept her head down, stubbornly dialing the same number over and over. If it didn't gothrough, she'd take another drink and try again.
Finally, when she didn't know which attempt it was, a young man, probably a college student,approached, “Flying solo tonight, miss?”
It was then she finally looked up, her voice tinged with inebriation, “Got a cell phone?”
“Of course!”
“Lend it to me.” She said, pushing a hundred-dollar bill towards him. “For the call. It’s yours.”
The young man had never encountered such a situation before. He smiled and found it amusing.
“I wouldn't dream of taking your money just for lending out my phone. But... after I lend you myphone, could you give me your number?”
“No.” Her reply was blunt.
Surprisingly, he grinned at her candor, “I like your straightforward rejection. Here, use my phone allyou want.”
Dorothy took it, dialing the familiar sequence of numbers.
This time, the call connected immediately – that confirmed her number had been blocked.
A deep male voice answered promptly, “Hello, who is this?”novelbin
“Everett... I'm drunk again. Why haven’t you shown up yet…”