My Fair Stunner novel Chapter 501

Chapter 501 Sanity

Sometimes one said 'next time', it didn't really mean next time, but to give each other a desire.

As Jake's words finished, the owner of the tavern in the box punched on the door, gritted his teeth and said harshly, "Jake, if you dare not come again, I will call the police saying you had a dine and dash."

Jake, "Okay."

Tavern owner, "Next time you have to pay double if you come here."

Jake, "Okay."

When the tavern owner was talking, suddenly he choked, "Jake, if you fucking dare to have an accident, I'll go and dig the son of a bitch's grave."

Jake heard what he said, pursed his thin lips tightly. This time he did not respond.

Stepping out of the box, Jake walked to the reception desk to check out, and also asked for a box of cigarettes.

The receptionist looked right and left, lowered her voice to talk to Jake, "Dr. Thomas, you just waltzed out like that. Will you be okay?"

Jake smiled lightly, "It's okay."

The receptionist was suspicious, "Where is our boss?"

Jake kept his countenance, "He drank too much in the box and fell asleep."

The receptionist was a newcomer. Hearing Jake's words she did not think much of it and muttered in a low voice, "I've been here for so long, but I've never seen our boss drunk."

Jake, "Congratulations, you saw it today."

After the checkout, Jake came out from the front door. Standing on the steps with his head down, he lit a cigarette with his hand folded to prevent the wind.

Taking two deep puffs, he kept his countenance and glanced the business car parked across the road with the corner of his eyes.

That woman, Tiffany, was really ruthless.

She was seemingly generous to give him a check to fill in the number at will. In fact, even if he really got the money, it was money to buy his life. He earned it, but he had no life to spend it.

Jake smoked a half of the cigarette in his mouth and stepped down the steps.

He was followed by someone just after he left.

Jake pretended not to notice the people following behind him. While smoking, he walked along the road.

After walking out for a distance, Jake stopped. He took the cigarette off the corner of his mouth and threw it at his feet to stomp it out, then his jaw tightened.

When he drank wine in the bistro, he always felt nothing at all. But after a while, he would feel the wine had an aftereffect.

Jake's thin lips pursed tightly. In the brain the perceptual and the rational thoughts pulled each other.