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.

Boomer meowing. Its sweet meow instantly lightened my mood a bit. I found it playing with a ball of yarn in its cat bed, picked it up and buried my face in its fur. After a while, I took a selfie with it and posted it

fell asleep, I saw Oscar had sent me a few messages, and a picture of a kitten,

temporarily staying at my place. I found it quite

thought it was really cute, so I decided to keep it. The kitten is

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

for a while, 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 doing it on purpose. I knew it very well, because once upon a time, I also deliberately found topics that Neil would

all the money he owed me at once, saying: Thank you, Irene, I’ll treat you to dinner

I plan to take Boomer for

quickly: Okay!

hugged my pillow and

at the pet store, he was already waiting there. He was wearing a thin black jacket, a turtleneck sweater

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

I said to Oscar, carrying a transparent pet cage,

very lively, but due to its chubby figure, it often failed to jump up. It ran to my right side, trying to jump onto my shoulder. I was scared and stepped back,

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

scare you?” Oscar didn’t dare to look into my eyes, his gaze following the kitten,

got up and picked a pink cat

ear.

with the hairpin on, showing off in front of Boomer,

scene, then sent it to Russel, “Look at this cute little cat! Boomer is

was busy. I

a few hours in the pet store, Oscar and