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.

beginning, I hadn’t told the truth because I didn’t take Helen seriously and more importantly, I didn’t want George to

I was more determined

cool every

I was his long-term partner and friend.But

George knew the true relationship between Helen and I, he would definitely choose Helen

why

Helen’s POV: 

the doorbell suddenly rang I walked out of the bedroom slowly, every one of my senses on high

like this? Still feeling nervous, I opened the front door just a smidge only to find George and a man I didn’t know standing outside my

holding George up and taking

when George saw me, his eyes became

opened the door all the way and stepped out.He immediately pushed George, who

lot to drink.He

turned

leaned against me.His warm breath sprayed on my

back a few steps until I was able to press my back against the door to

him so drunk.He smelled of alcohol and his face was flushed.His deep and unpredictable

unflappable aura was slightly diminished just as I was debating

muttered in a

he turned

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

the concise sentence that just left his mouth, George kept drifting to the side and bumping to the wall as

on to the wall

home like this, who would be there to help him if something happened to him? I had no choice but to take him back

sofa was better than spending the night on

made my decision, I rushed forward quickly and grabbed his hand.He didn’t resist and I was able to guide him

a word, he released my hand and fell on the

"Helen, I’m not drunk."

spoke in the same manner he always had Judging by the sound of his voice, he wasn’t drunk at

coming off him and the slightly blurred way he looked

waste of time to argue with him on the level

right.You are

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

on my

and

in love with

begging me to wait for him.I tried to push him away,

forward and rubbed his chin

gesture was oddly intimate.I had no

smell of alcohol mixed with his scent, and it was not unpleasant at

felt sad and was