Eliza swept everything off the basin cabinet and began to tic uncontrollably.
Upon noticing that something was wrong with her, Chester let her go. She anxiously lifted her head and collapsed onto the floor with her face as white as a sheet. Moreover, with her whole face and hair drenched, she was shivering all over. The usually cold look on her face was now replaced with fear. It was as though she had just experienced the most terrifying thing in the world.
Chester's body stiffened.
It was his first time seeing Eliza lose herself.
It was as though she had been shelled and finally exposed her true colors.
He reached out, wanting to hold her.
However, Eliza dodged his hands and struggled to stand up. Then, she tottered and ran outside.
By the time Chester went after her, he realized that she had left with her hair unkempt and without bringing anything along.
She did not take her phone or handbag as well.
She even left Freya here.
Chester did not expect things to turn out this way.
All he wanted was to wake her up with water and teach her a lesson.
Did she have to be so terrified?
He took out a cigarette and lit it in annoyance.
The bartender at the counter carefully brought a glass of cocktail over and asked, "Where's Eliza? I went to look for medicine, but I couldn’t find any. Her wound needs to be disinfected.”
"Why? Is it because you’ve fallen for her?" Chester shot him a cold glare.
The bartender shuddered and quickly replied, "No, no. Considering her status, people like me definitely don't deserve to be with Miss Robbins. But she crushed a wine glass here just now, so we’re responsible for it."
"Crushed?" Chester was dumbfounded. He remembered seeing the wound on Eliza's palm, but it did not hit him that she was injured that way.
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