Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 343

I still had a bit of my wits about me and dodged Neil's hand again. My action was a bit too sharp, hinting at my irritation.

After a few drinks, my temper was a tad bigger than usual. I blurted out the question that had been gnawing at me, "Why weren't you with Bonnie?"

"Mitch called. I was nearby, so I swung by." Neil sat down next to me. That's when I noticed Alicia was gone.

He took my hand, casually rubbing the back of it, then asked, "What was that you said earlier? Are you mad because I haven't been in touch?"

I didn't answer him. I only pointed to where Alicia had been sitting and asked, "Where's Alicia?"

"I had her sent home. Don't worry about it," Neil explained nonchalantly, then circled back to his previous question, "You still didn't answer me."

Since Alicia was taken care of, I could have left on my own. So, I ignored Neil, stood up, grabbed my bag, and made to leave.

A few steps in, I felt lightheaded and dizzy, instinctively reaching out for support.

Neil extended his arm, and I grabbed his shirt, barely managing to steady myself.

"I don't need your help!" I said, shrugging him off once more, the pent-up frustration bursting forth under the influence of alcohol.

"Are you really mad? Did you see those pictures?" Neil asked, his tone seeming almost happy.

I was indeed mad, a feeling I couldn't control. Maybe it was because Neil had been so good to me lately, making me somewhat dependent on him. If he suddenly changed, it would have made me feel uneasy.

That sort of dependence was terrifying. When Neil initially refused to divorce me, I even suspected that he was so used to me that he couldn't accept any change.

I stuttered, "No, I'm just...work's been stressful. I'm not in a good mood."

"I'll take you home." Neil didn't argue with this drunken mess of me any further. He simply picked me up and carried me out of the bar.

Sitting in Neil's car, I was feeling irritable. I was not sure if it was because of what my mom had said, or Neil and Bonnie's situation, or both.

In the midst of my agitation, I noticed a small red flower stuck on the passenger-side dashboard. I immediately remembered the same red flower Bonnie used to wear.

Did she stick it there?

At that moment, my mood plummeted. I told Neil to pull over, "Stop the car. I'm getting out!"

"What's wrong?" Neil glanced at me, seemingly clueless about my sudden outburst.

"I can take a cab home!" I retorted loudly.

"You're drunk. How are you going to take a cab home by yourself?" Neil frowned, "Stop messing around. We can talk about whatever is bothering you when we get home."

I pointed at the flower and asked, "Don't you understand what this means?"

Neil glanced at the flower, seemingly oblivious to such details, and appeared taken aback, "Is there a problem?"