As he heard that voice, George Ken was slightly stunned. He quickly figured out who it was and responded, "So it's you. I haven't seen you for so many years. What are you doing now?"
The person on the other end of the phone replied, "I just returned from the States last week. I heard from our classmates that you were also in Chatterton Town, so I called to check on you, do you want to come out for some drinks?"
"You are in Chatterton Town?" George was very surprised.
"Is it that strange that I'm in Chatterton Town? Come out then, we'll meet at Bar Street."
"That's great!"
George agreed immediately. He needed to avoid Karen's questioning anyway, and he also needed to think about what to do next carefully.
Alcohol was useful sometimes. It could numb feelings and make people forget any terrible things temporarily.
"Stop the car." He asked the driver to let him out.
"Where are you going?" Karen had not received the recording yet, so she did not want him to leave, but she knew that he couldn't be controlled.
"I have an appointment with an old classmate. I may not go back in the evening. Don't wait for me." George didn't even look at Karen. He got out of the car, slammed the door, and left.
Karen turned around and saw George getting into a taxi. She thought for a while and said, "Uncle Watson, please turn around. Let's go and have a look."
George was behaving oddly in the past few days. She must know the reason and could not just let him go like this.
George was going to meet that person at the famous Bar Street in Chatterton Town. There were all kinds of bars and pubs there.
The bars and pubs there weren't big, but they were operated well by people from all over the world. Many locals and foreigners frequented the street and you could meet all kinds of gorgeous ladies as much as the eyes could adore.
George had studied abroad for many years, so he was used to all kinds of nightlife activities.
George often visited places like nightclubs and bars when he was studying abroad. He would get a few mates out for some drinks and flirted with the girls he liked. If the girl was willing, it was quite common to have one-night-stands too.
As he used to say, life is short, and carpe diem! There were so many beautiful girls in the world, the more the merrier of course.
But gradually, he found that no matter how joyful those times were, the experiences were still superficial. After every night out, he would feel extremely empty.
He had spent too much time in bars and nightclubs. Maybe he was getting older, so he was starting to get bored with his carefree life.
He was also hoping that there was a special someone by his side who would care about how he was and someone who could really understand him. Then, the two of them would have each other's back and spend the rest of their lives together.
However, after so many years, he still did not meet the woman he would spend his forever with. Every time when he met a woman, he could see through their thoughts straight away.
When a woman's intention did not align with his, he would lose his interest to pursue her.
Time always passed quickly when he was lost in thoughts.
George thought that the taxi only drove for a short while, but the driver informed that they had already arrived at Bar Street.
After paying and getting off the taxi, he took a deep breath and looked at the waiters who were already busy with business. He couldn't quite tell how he was feeling.
"Here, George!"
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