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.

and

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

answered, not in the mood

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

“She thinks I’m too old for

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

I can’t believe that you’re actually

annoyance. “Don’t go too

hilarious! Let me laugh a little longer!”

was at a loss for words as I watched him laugh and cry at the same

wound. He kicked Spencer on the

Vivian.” Spencer did as told, but he still had

poured alcohol all over

I

on. The wound is a little deep.” Vivian carefully treated my wound. Her hands were so light that

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

grumbled, “Cut the crap. You ran away with the girl and left me to fight alone.”

had just gotten into a fight. His shirt was unbuttoned, and

of wine. Unlike the two, he was unscathed. “You two are weak. It’s embarrassing to fight side by side with you. I’d

Charles and gritted my teeth in indignation. “You really can’t resist the urge to gloat about

just can’t find a

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

“Go ahead. But I’ll be sure

immediately raised his arms as if to

what? Let’s stop fighting. We’re friends! Anyway, come on. Let’s drink and forget that we’ve just said. I’d like to propose a

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

Scarlett’s POV:

today. I was full of excitement as

for today. In the end, I settled with a cotton dress that Charles

makeup. I

hour later, he still had not arrived. I was starting to get worried.

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

to the door anxiously. Before I opened the door, I took a

Is my hair fine? Does my lipstick