Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled novel Chapter 62

"What do you think?" I tossed aside all the chaotic thoughts, and answered in a mysterious tone on purpose.

Garnett's mouth twitched into a grin, gently pushing his glasses up on his nose. "I don't know, but I hope you don't have a boyfriend, so I stand a chance."

Was this dude into me? I began to doubt. He didn't seem to differ much from other men. Probably he just felt more comfortable with me after chatting for some time, and started to reveal his intentions. I downed the rest of my drink in one gulp, and stood up. "Enough of this, Mr. Kemp. I'm off."

Seeing me about to leave, Garnett also stood up hastily. "Could you leave me your contact? I'll show you I'm serious."

Even if he was serious, so what? I was serious with Neil for ten years, and what did I get? Still, I gave Garnett my number. If Neil could have a blast with his mistress, why couldn't I find someone to kill time?

After leaving my contact, I found Stella and the others. They were ready to call it a night too, so we all headed home.

Outside the bar, Bailey was waiting for me in the cold wind. Every time I had drinks, I would ask him to pick me up. He always opened the car door for me with respect, and helped me into the car. I held his hand, and said very seriously, "Bailey, don't worry. I'll give you a raise next year."

No matter what, Bailey always faithfully followed my orders without any complaints. He paused, a strange look flashed across his face. Then he closed the door for me, quickly got into the driver's seat, and drove me back to Sterling Estates.

On the way home, I saw the snowman, stared at it quietly for a few seconds, then poked out its eyes.

"You and Neil are both blind." I muttered. What did I lack compared to Bonnie? Except that I was not as young as her.

The moment I stepped in the house, I heard Boomer meowing. Its sweet meow instantly lightened my mood a bit. I found it playing with a ball of yarn in its cat bed, picked it up and buried my face in its fur. After a while, I took a selfie with it and posted it online.

Then I went to take a shower and go to bed. Just before I fell asleep, I saw Oscar had sent me a few messages, and a picture of a kitten, which looked very cute. He asked, "Irene, do you like cats too?"

I replied, "It's alright. A friend's cat is temporarily staying at my place. I found it quite cute, is that your cat?"

Oscar, "I found it at school. It's a stray cat. I thought it was really cute, so I decided to keep it. The kitten is very well-behaved, but eats a lot."

Then he sent me a video of the kitten. The kitten in the video was so fat it looked like a pig. It tried to jump onto a chair but fell because it was too chubby. It was both funny and cute. I couldn't help but laugh.

We chatted for a while, all about cats. Oscar must have seen my post and thought I really liked cats, so he started the conversation. That feeling, it was like doing it on purpose. I knew it very well, because once upon a time, I also deliberately found topics that Neil would be interested in to chat with him.

In the end, Oscar transferred all the money he owed me at once, saying: Thank you, Irene, I'll treat you to dinner next time.

I replied: Okay, let's do it tomorrow. I plan to take Boomer for a bath and deworming, you can also bring your kitten.

Oscar responded quickly: Okay!

After putting down my phone, I hugged my pillow and went to sleep. I couldn't overwork myself anymore.