Bye, My Irresistible Love

David’s POV:

I took the opportunity and took Cathy to an empty box nearby. I could see that she was frightened. Her face was pale, and her body was trembling. 

What was more, her clothes were ruffled, and her beautifully coiled hair was now disheveled over her shoulders. Not only that, fear was written all over her pretty face.

I patted her on the head comfortingly. “It’s all right now. There’s nothing to be scared of anymore.”

Cathy pointed at my hand. “Y-you’re bleeding…” she said with a trembling voice.

I lowered my gaze to look at my hand and shook my head indifferently as if the wound did not even hurt. I then looked her in the eye and solemnly said, “Let’s get married.”

Cathy looked at me in astonishment.

“I said, let’s get married,” I repeated, seeing that she was in a daze.

“Is it because we slept together once?” Cathy shook off my hand and continued, “We were both drunk that night. It was an accident.”

“I don’t care if it was just an accident or not. I have to be responsible for you. So, let’s get married.”

“I refuse,” Cathy said flatly. If it were other girls, they would have been ecstatic. She, however, did not seem amused by my proposal.

Although I was disappointed with her response, I did not show it. “Give me a reason why we shouldn’t get married. You’d better not tell me a lame excuse like you’re poor and I’m rich and that we’re not meant to be together. In my eyes, family background is merely additional decoration to one’s characters. I don’t really care about it.”

Cathy pondered for a moment and then answered, “You’re too old for me.”

“Hey! I’m just eight years older than you.” I did not know whether to laugh or cry. I must admit, I was not expecting that answer.

“Eight years is big enough an age gap. My mother won’t let me be with someone much older than me.”

As soon as Cathy finished speaking, she shook off my hand, opened the door, and left. Of course, I hurriedly went out and tried to catch up with her. 

“Do you propose to every girl you sleep with?” Cathy scoffed when I finally caught up with her. 

I was dumbfounded. Truth be told, that night was the first time I had had sex. However, being a virgin was not something one should brag about, especially when you were old. How could I tell her that I was a virgin until that night?

Cathy was a waitress in the bar, so she knew the place very well. Although I tried to follow her closely, I eventually lost her.

the box dejectedly. Fortunately, Charles and

soon as he entered the room. Seeing that I was alone, he looked

not

charming as I expected. I thought she’d be grateful

helplessly. “She thinks I’m too old for

quiet. But, all of a sudden, he burst into laughter.He laughed so hard that he clutched his stomach as his insides

that

him in annoyance. “Don’t go too

It’s hilarious! Let me laugh a little longer!” Spencer collapsed on the

him laugh and cry at the same time. For a second, I doubted if

my wound. He kicked Spencer on the shin

did as told, but he still had not stopped

moments later. She poured alcohol all over my wound to disinfect it. My wound stung

strangely… why did I not feel any

deep.” Vivian carefully treated my wound. Her hands were so light

to fight alongside me. Don’t you feel any remorse?” I asked teasingly while enduring the dull pain in

on the table and grumbled, “Cut the crap. You ran away

though he had just gotten into a fight. His shirt

unscathed. “You two are weak. It’s embarrassing to fight side by side with you. I’d rather video

in indignation. “You really can’t resist the

can’t find a reason

in your face. No, that won’t be enough.

But I’ll be sure to issue a lonely hearts ad for

arms as

Let’s drink and forget that we’ve just said. I’d like to propose

raised their glasses and clinked them with one another. With that, they drank

Scarlett’s POV:

today. I was full of excitement as I would finally see Charles after a long

thirty minutes just choosing the perfect outfit for today. In the end, I

delicate makeup. I wanted

him. However, about an hour later, he still had not arrived. I was starting to get worried. He had never been late to anything. Just then, the doorbell

stood up at once. Meanwhile, Janet followed and reminded me, “Mrs. Moore, watch your

anxiously. Before I opened the door, I took a deep breath

okay? Is my hair fine? Does my lipstick look