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.

of yarn in its cat bed, picked

before I fell asleep, I saw Oscar had sent me a few messages, and a picture of a kitten, which looked very cute. He asked, “Irene, do you like

is temporarily staying at my place.

It’s a stray cat. I thought it was really cute, so I decided to keep

looked like a pig. It tried to jump onto

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,

once, saying: Thank you,

Boomer for a bath and deworming, you

quickly: Okay!

I hugged my pillow and went to sleep. I

then 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 a pet backpack with

smiled broadly. It seemed like he was starting to get

I said to Oscar, carrying a transparent pet cage, and wrapping

chubby figure, it often failed to jump

smiled at him. Only after the kitten left did I

you?” Oscar didn’t dare to look into my

cute. I want to buy it a hairpin!” I suddenly thought of it, got up and picked a pink cat hairpin. I asked Oscar to hold the kitten, and put it

ear.

on, showing off in front of Boomer, even tried to provoke it. Boomer, who was

took out my phone and captured this interesting scene, then sent it to Russel, “Look at

perhaps he was busy. I

a few hours in the pet store, Oscar and I