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.

box dejectedly. Fortunately, Charles and Spencer arrived

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

ran away,” I briefly answered, not in the mood for

aback. “Ran away? Pfft. It turns out that you’re not as charming as I expected. I thought she’d be grateful for

helplessly. “She thinks I’m too old

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

can’t believe that you’re actually robbing the

annoyance.

little longer!” Spencer

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

kicked Spencer on the shin and ordered,

Spencer did as

over my wound to disinfect

strangely… why did I not feel any

a little deep.” Vivian carefully treated my wound. Her hands were so light that I could barely

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

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

enough, he looked as though he had just gotten into a fight. His shirt was unbuttoned, and he had

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

teeth in indignation. “You really can’t resist the urge to gloat about your love life any chance

can’t find a reason to avoid you. You’re my friends, after

time you quarrel with Scarlett, I’ll definitely laugh at you in your face. No, that won’t be

narrowed eyes, “Go ahead. But I’ll be sure to issue a lonely hearts ad for

raised his arms

Anyway, come on. Let’s drink and forget that we’ve just said. I’d like to propose a toast for all of

another. With

Scarlett’s POV:

was full of excitement as I would finally see Charles

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

makeup. I wanted to look stunning when I finally

up, I sat down on the sofa in the living room and waited for 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

followed and reminded me, “Mrs. Moore, watch

walked to the door anxiously. Before I opened the door,

my hair fine? Does my