Reborn, Reawakened, Rekindled

Chapter 62

“What do you think?” I tossed aside all the chaotic thoughts, and answered in a mysterious tone on purpose.

Garnett’s mouth twitched into a grin, gently pushing his glasses up on his nose. “I don’t know, but I hope you don’t have a boyfriend, so I stand a chance.”

Was this dude into me? I began to doubt. He didn’t seem to differ much from other men. Probably he just felt more comfortable with me after chatting for some time, and started to reveal his intentions. I downed the rest of my drink in one gulp, and stood up. “Enough of this, Mr. Kemp. I’m off.”

Seeing me about to leave, Garnett also stood up hastily. “Could you leave me your contact? I’ll show you I’m serious.”

Even if he was serious, so what? I was serious with Neil for ten years, and what did I get? Still, I gave Garnett my number. If Neil could have a blast with his mistress, why couldn’t I find someone to kill time?

After leaving my contact, I found Stella and the others. They were ready to call it a night too, so we all headed home.

Outside the bar, Bailey was waiting for me in the cold wind. Every time I had drinks, I would ask him to pick me up. He always opened the car door for me with respect, and helped me into the car. I held his hand, and said very seriously, “Bailey, don’t worry. I’ll give you a raise next year.”

No matter what, Bailey always faithfully followed my orders without any complaints. He paused, a strange look flashed across his face. Then he closed the door for me, quickly got into the driver’s seat, and drove me back to Sterling Estates.

On the way home, I saw the snowman, stared at it quietly for a few seconds, then poked out its eyes.

“You and Neil are both blind.” I muttered. What did I lack compared to Bonnie? Except that I was not as young as her.

with a ball of yarn in its cat bed,

I saw Oscar had sent me a few messages, and a

my place. I found it quite

at school. It’s a stray cat. I thought it was really cute, so I decided to keep it. The kitten is very well–behaved,

sent me a video of the kitten. The kitten in the video was so fat it looked like a pig. It tried to jump onto a chair but fell

all about cats. Oscar must have seen my post and thought I really liked cats, so he started the conversation. That feeling, it was like

once, saying: Thank you, Irene, I’ll treat you to dinner next time.

I plan to take Boomer for

responded quickly:

putting down my phone, I hugged my pillow and went to sleep. I couldn’t

chose one and sent the address and time to Oscar. When I arrived at the pet store, he was already waiting there. He was wearing a thin black jacket, a turtleneck sweater underneath, and carrying

up, and he smiled broadly. It seemed like he was starting to get

carrying a transparent pet cage, and wrapping my coat tightly around me. I wondered if he

The kitten was very lively, but due to its chubby figure, it often failed to jump up. It ran to

my composure, I didn’t move away immediately, but smiled at him. Only after the kitten

didn’t dare to look into my eyes,

I want to buy it a hairpin!” I suddenly thought of it, got up and picked a pink cat hairpin.

ear.

showing off in front of Boomer, even tried to provoke it. Boomer, who was being groomed, didn’t like it

quickly rushed over to stop it. I took out my phone and captured this interesting scene, then sent it to Russel, “Look at this

was

in the pet store, Oscar