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.

take Helen seriously and more importantly, I didn’t want George

was in his heart, I was more determined

cool every time Helen was

George, I was his long-term partner and friend.But

between Helen and I, he would definitely choose Helen

that was why

Helen’s POV: 

go to bed after taking a shower, the doorbell suddenly rang I walked out of the bedroom slowly, every one of my senses on high alert.It was so late

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

was holding George up and taking most of his

when George saw me, his eyes became clear and

man looked up when I opened the door all the way and stepped out.He immediately

gentleman has had a lot to drink.He asked me

turned around

my waist as he leaned against me.His warm breath

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

him.This was the first time that I had ever seen him so drunk.He smelled of alcohol and his face was flushed.His deep and unpredictable eyes were

was slightly diminished just as I was

and he muttered in a low voice,

he turned around

he was not too drunk.But he couldn’t walk in a

his mouth, George kept drifting to the side

had to hold on to the wall so

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

better than spending the night on the

my decision, I rushed forward quickly and grabbed his hand.He didn’t

word, he released my hand and fell on

"Helen, I’m not drunk."

looked straight at me.He looked drunk, but his voice was stable and firm.He spoke in the same manner he always had

the slightly blurred way he looked at me

to argue with him on

right.You

he grabbed my hand.His palm was so hot.I tried to snatch my hand back, but he held on

my hand,

looked up at him and asked, "What

don’t accept Phil.Don’t fall in love with him.Wait

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

and rubbed his chin against my

intimate.I had no choice but to

scent,

a sudden, I felt sad and was on the