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.

to the box dejectedly. Fortunately, Charles and Spencer arrived not long after to

I was alone, he

I briefly answered, not

It turns out that you’re not as charming as I expected. I thought she’d be grateful for your help and

sighed helplessly. “She thinks I’m

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

believe that you’re actually robbing the

in annoyance. “Don’t

little longer!” Spencer collapsed on

watched him laugh and cry at the same time. For a

Spencer on the shin and ordered,

Spencer did as told, but he still had not stopped

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

why did I not

my wound. Her hands

to fight alongside me. Don’t you feel any remorse?” I asked teasingly

“Cut the crap. You ran away with the girl and left me to fight

His shirt was unbuttoned, and

weak. It’s embarrassing to fight side by side with

indignation. “You really can’t resist the urge to gloat about

chuckled. “Really? Well, I just can’t find a reason to avoid you. You’re my friends,

quarrel with Scarlett, I’ll definitely laugh at you in your face. No, that won’t be enough. I’ll post your problem online, so

at Spencer with narrowed eyes, “Go ahead. But I’ll be sure to issue a lonely

his arms

Anyway, come on. Let’s drink and forget that we’ve just said. I’d like to

raised their glasses and clinked them with one another. With that, they drank up the alcohol to

Scarlett’s POV:

of excitement as I

thirty minutes just choosing the perfect outfit for today. In the end, I settled with a cotton dress

makeup. I wanted to

up, I sat down on the sofa in the living room and waited for him. However, about an hour later, he still had

Meanwhile, Janet followed and reminded me, “Mrs. Moore, watch

opened the door, I took a deep breath and turned to

my hair fine? Does my lipstick