Bye, My Irresistible Love

Jane’s POV: 

Boswell took George and me to dinner after work that day.

"How long has Jane been back? Ever since she returned, the three of us haven’t gotten together for dinner.Is that appropriate?"

Boswell asked in a plaintive whine.

"It’s my fault," George announced in a low voice and gulped down the wine in his glass at a go.He didn’t look nor sound sorry regardless of the murmured apology.It appeared to me like he just wanted to use the opportunity of the dinner to drown his Sorrows.

George looked forlorn as he drank two glasses of wine in a row.When he was about to drink the third glass, I quickly snatched the glass from his hand.

"Don’t drink anymore.If you get drunk, Boswell and I won’t take you home."

Boswell took the glass from me and gave it back to George with a smile.

"He is the best drinker among the three of us.Do you remember once when the investor tried to get you drunk when we attended the party? George kept drinking all the wine the investor gave you.At the end of the night, the investor was drunk and unconscious but George was totally fine."

The tale thankfully brought a genuine smile to George’s face.I remembered the event Boswell was referring to very clearly.It was true that I didn’t get drunk because George drank up the wine the investor was trying to force down my throat.

However, we failed to get the investment because George had inadvertently dragged the investor into a drinking contest.

The investor was drunk and unconscious by the end of the night.

For a very long time after that night, I felt very guilty that we lost the investor.It was George who comforted and cheered me up.He reminded me that the Zhester Technology needed to select its investors.

Not everyone was qualified to cooperate with us just because they were rich.

"Things were so good then," I mused with a heavy sigh.

"It’s still the same now.As long as the three of us are still together, nothing will ever change, isn’t that right?"

Boswell nudged George with his arm.

"Yes."

George spared a moment to look at me intently before answering Boswell’s statement in a low voice.

On the surface, things appeared the same as they always were, but I knew that something had changed, and we couldn’t go back to the way things were.

"George, did I do something wrong? You have been cold to me since I came back." I had had enough of his cold attitude so I plucked up my courage and asked him bluntly.I stared at him squarely, not even giving him the chance to avoid me.

However, George was unfazed by my question.He gently shook the glass of wine in his hand and asked me a question of his own.

"Jane, I think we both need to be honest with each other, don’t you agree?"

His meaning was crystal clear to me.He was referring to the relationship between Helen and I.

seriously and more importantly, I didn’t want George

heart, I was more determined

his cool every time

his long-term partner and friend.But Helen was a whole

George knew the true relationship between Helen and I, he

why

Helen’s POV: 

I was about to go to bed after taking a shower, the doorbell suddenly rang I walked out of

a time like this? Still feeling nervous, I opened the front door just a smidge only to find George

holding George up and taking most

George saw me, his eyes became clear and focused

when I opened the door all the way and

to drink.He asked

man turned around

my waist as he leaned against me.His warm breath sprayed on my skin with

was able to press my

I looked at him.This was the first time that I had ever seen him so drunk.He smelled

slightly diminished just as I was debating whether I should take him inside or not,

grim and he muttered in a low voice, "I’m sorry for bothering you.I’ll leave

turned around

that he was not too drunk.But he couldn’t

left his mouth, George kept drifting to the side

he had to hold on to the wall so he

would be there to help him if something happened to him? I had no choice but to take him back

than spending the night on

forward quickly and grabbed his hand.He didn’t resist and I was able to guide

he released my hand and fell on

"Helen, I’m not drunk."

voice was stable and firm.He spoke in the same

alcohol coming off him and the slightly blurred way he looked at me said

of time to argue with him on the level of his drunkenness or lack thereof, so I agreed

right.You are

a glass of water from the kitchen, he grabbed my hand.His palm

on my

at him and

accept Phil.Don’t fall in

now, he sounded so humble.He was begging me to wait for him.I tried to push him away, but

and rubbed his chin against my

no choice but to let him

of alcohol mixed with his scent, and

felt sad and was on