The bartender quickly changed liquor, and soon, he brought me another glass.
I looked at the glass carefully and found that there was not much difference with the previous one.
Because of the experience before, I drank a little slowly this time.
I tasted a little first.
Sure enough, the liquor, which had been mixed in this way, its flavor became richer at once.
I sat there and kept drinking.
Perhaps after the liquor was mixed, it became more acceptable for me, so I drank more easily.
When I drank several cups, the bartender brought me a plate of fruit.
While I was eating, a man came over and said to the bartender, "A cup of 'Encounter'."
The bartender didn't say anything and turned around to mix drinks.
Soon, a glass of spirit was placed. The man next to me pushed the spirit to me and said, "Beauty, this is for you to celebrate our encounter."
Maybe it was because I drank the first sip too quick, so I felt a little dizzy.
Hearing his words, I lifted my eyelids slightly and glanced at him.
The man sitting next to me was wearing a black shirt. The buttons of the neckline were unbuttoned.
His hair was completely shaped with wax, his eyebrows were thick, and his eyes were looking at me with a hint.
Although he tried his best to dress up like a mature man, I could see at a glance that he was at most a 24-year-old young man.
I ignored him and continued drinking.
He didn't seem to be repelled by my indifference at all. He came over and said, "Oh, the cold type? I like it."
"Humph." I sneered and picked up the fruit.
On my left hand, there was the diamond ring given by Shelton.
It was big and dazzling.
He naturally saw it at once.
Not only did he see it, the bartender also saw it.
He raised his eyebrows slightly. "You want to tell me you're married? Miss, you have to choose a convincing way to fool people. What are you doing with such a large piece of glass? Do you know how much it costs to buy such a big diamond?"
I snorted.
Sure enough, others didn't believe that it was real.
"Then take a good look at it."
As I spoke, I put my hand in front of him.
He looked at it carefully with his head down for a while.
And his face obviously darkened a bit.
After a while, he waved his hand and called another person over.
I looked at them with my head tilted.
The newcomer sized me up and down.
Then, he dragged the man out. "I'm sorry. I didn't expect you to be Mrs. Cowell."
"Get lost if you know."
I sneered.
"Okay, okay."
After he finished speaking, he pulled the man sitting next to me and quickly ran away.
Mrs. Cowell.
What a sweet and heart-wrenching appellation.
The saddest thing was that the one I truly wanted to marry, and the one I am about to get married with, their surname were all Cowell.
Patrick's wife would be called Mrs. Cowell.
Shelton's wife would also be Mrs. Cowell.
Tomorrow, I will be Shelton's wife.
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