Ex husband's Plea for Forgiveness

Chapter 102 Trouble In The Bar

Melinda was cold to her husband the whole night, and it wore on his already fragile state. He wanted to vent his emotions somewhere; they were becoming too heavy for him to carry for much longer.

But every time he felt like he could no longer bear it, every time he moved to do something, the memory of the past afternoon reared its head like a glowering beast ready to devour him.

Then he would grow somber, and become dispirited, and would always end up retreating back into his own room.

The place had been his bedroom not so long ago.

But as he stood there, he had the vague sense that it didn’t belong to him anymore, didn’t welcome in the way it always did in the past. The walls were painted a light of slate gray, and gave off a cool, sort of emotionless atmosphere to the room.

He had few personal belongings left here; he had brought most of them with him to Melinda’s room. In fact, this room had been rather empty for a while now. Only servants would come up regularly to clean.

Jonas sat at the edge of the bed and ran his hands down his face. Then he flung his body back on the covers, arms out, and stared at the ceiling.

The room felt cold. Was it always this cold in here? He hadn’t felt this cold since he started sharing a room with his wife.

He missed the warm, cozy feeling he would always have once he stepped in there. A faint scent of her shampoo or her lotion would always linger in the air, in the pillows she slept on. The sight of her cluttered desk always brought him comfort, despite the disarray.

He closed his eyes and sighed heavily. Emily’s parting words echoed in his mind. Jonas hesitated for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed a sequence of numbers.

"Jonas." Emily answered his call almost immediately.

"Are you free right now?"

Although his tone was still cold and a little hostile, Emily took it as a good sign. She honestly doubted he would never call her at all, but there it was.

She would be stupid if she didn’t take advantage of that opportunity. Maybe she could worm her way into his heart again.

She knew all too well how badly her presence could strain Jonas's marriage; if she played her cards right, she could widen the rift between the couple, and Yulia could land the finishing blow.

"Yes of course," she answered hurriedly, afraid that he might change his mind. Realizing she might come off as desperate, she changed her tone and tried to sound coy. "Would you like to meet up?"

"Yes." Jonas's answer was curt, and his voice terse.

He couldn’t get anything done even if he wanted to anyway. The documents were sent over from his office, but he wasn’t in the right state of mind to be dealing with business at the moment.

He was consumed by yesterday’s events, and since he could not distract himself from those horrid thoughts, he decided he might as well dive into it.

And his muddled brain inferred that in order to understand the inner workings of a woman’s mind, perhaps he needed to speak with a woman.

It was just that the woman he needed to be communicating with had shut herself off from him.

"I’m guessing you’re in a bad mood," Emily said carefully. "What do you say we go to a bar? I know somewhere that's really cozy and private. You can unwind and relax there without worrying about a thing."

straight anyway. Emily then gave him the name and address of the place, and he went

his feet took him straight to Melinda’s door. He stood there for a few moments, hesitating, wanting to call

without doing anything and left the villa, the tires of

bar was "private," it was packed with what looked to be a very fun-loving crowd

turned to his direction, eyeing him up and down as he strode to the bar counter. Women

he ordered as soon as he reached

in a short, silver strapless dress sidled next to him. "Why don’t you try some Stay Out

drink, grinning at him with a sort of vulgar invitation. Stay Out Tonight was, in

of the drink alone was enough to make the weaker

and then ignored her. The bartender said nothing as he prepared the drink that was ordered

was aiming at, so he motioned for

burn the throat as it went down,

amount that he was drinking, the bartender worried at some point that he may not be able to pay for everything he ordered. Luckily, he recognized the

time with Emily, but the woman still wasn’t in sight.

holding inside.

some more? Won't anything happen

indeed seen many such scenes throughout his years—there

shoot out and grab his yet untouched refill

finally opened his eyes wide to get a good look

was on

all right?" the bartender asked her as she kept on coughing, and then handed her a glass of water which she downed in a couple of gulps. She was gasping for air when Jonas

"Hey, here you are!"

latter was prompt with his refill, no longer worried. Company had come for the drunk customer, after all.

any empty seats out there?" Emily leaned over the

rooms. Emily gave out her order, and a platter of fruit

some sort went on,

a breathy voice. "I got held up

after her awful coughing fit. The truth was that she had been in the bar long before

Jonas asked, his senses impeded by

She didn’t stop him from downing more drinks, either, and would refill his

louder, until they had to lean closer to each other to hear what they were

whispered in his ear.

who staggered to his feet. They moved into the crowded dance floor. Jonas's ears were ringing with all the noise. His head was aching, and the room was spinning. He struggled to get his bearings, and moved to

eyes. A crowd of dancers came between them, and in the blink of an eye they were

One of the girls curled her arm around Jonas's and tugged, but he only

It was obvious Jonas wasn’t used to this kind of scenes, with all the people and the

to once again whisper in his ear. "Jonas, there are too many people here. Should we hold hands so we don’t get separated

his arm. At that, her grin only grew wider, and she

some fiery

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