CHAPTER 289 THE DRAMA ON THE STREET.
This kind of interest Aoba Hoyle had on Chloe Malan differed from the impulse that he used to have on the other women. He did not know what it was but just could not resist it.
So twenty-four minutes ago, it was nearly noon, and he could use some company. Yet when he called Chloe, she just told him to find her.
“Track me down if you can.” She sounded drunk.
Aoba had no idea where he could find the drunk woman in a city unfamiliar to him, but when he decided to just find a random place for lunch, here she was, puking her stomach out on the side of a trunk.
God knew how much she drank.
He carried her into the car while Chloe just smirked.
“Not in my car, I’m warning you.”
His words did not work at all. Two minutes later, she squirted everything left in her stomach on his pants, and together with the smell of alcohol, Aoba almost threw up in his car, too.
Driving back home at maximum speed, he helped her to the bathroom for emptying her stomach before leaving the comatose woman on his bed.
“Ugh.”
He then threw his filthy pants into the waste and went to wash.
But three minutes later, the door of the bathroom was opened, and somehow, Chloe staggered in.
Next thing Aoba knew, she started to undress in front of him.
“Hey, wakie wakie. I don’t mind watching your strip dance, but don’t call me an asshole when you’re sober tomorrow.”
But she just kept on what she was doing.
Inside the bathroom, the steam clouded everything...
Next day morning.
Slap!
“What the hell!” Aoba was slapped to wake, “What are you doing!?”
“Asshole!” The woman got her face blushed, and she covered her body with a quilt, “You...”
And she slapped him on the face again while he was reckless.
Damn! That was hurt!
He caught her trembling hand that was coming toward him again, “You seduced me, woman!”
“Impossible!”
“It just happened.”
“You goddamn asshole!!!” She screamed and jumped into her feet.
CRACK! BANG! SPLASH! CRASH!
Breathlessly, Chloe destroyed everything she could see before putting on her clothes calmly.
“Don’t ever let me see your face again.” Then she just left with an indifferent expression.
...
Thinking of what happened this morning, Aoba could still feel his face hurt.
She was the first woman that dared to lay hands on him, but instead of being angry, he now found her more attractive.
“You don’t want to see me, huh? Well, where else can you hide.” He grabbed the car key and left the apartment.
...
“Oh shit!”
The bar was four hundred meters near, but Chloe Malan sprained her ankle.
As she stood there to massage the sprain, she lost herself in the thoughts.
If that stupid, little kid dared to harass her in the bar, she would ask Ivy Aldington to kick hard on his ass. Ivy was looking for relieving his feelings anyway, and that kid would be a perfect punchbag.
“Chloe?”
She raised her head and saw the people she hated the most in the whole world.
That was her mother.
Ignoring the middle-aged woman and the pain coming from her ankle, Chloe walked straight to the bar.
“Chloe! You need to save your father! He’s in the hospital! He’s sick! The doctor asks for two hundred thousand! I know you can save him! Please, Chloe!”
“Don’t do this on the street.” Chloe mumbled with no expression as if all her strength was pumped out all of a sudden.
“Please! Chloe! Only you can save your father now!” Yet the woman was yelling even louder, drawing more attention.
Chloe closed her eyes and raised her head to the sky with both hands falling. Getting no response, the woman buckled her arm with the sharp, hard nails.
The nails poked into her skin.
It hurt.
“WHAT DO YOU WANT FROM ME!!!” Next second, Chloe lost it.
At this hour, a lot of people came to this street where clubs and bars located, while the crowd gathering around them were all accusing her coldness.
“What’s wrong with you, that’s your mother over there!”
“I came to watch her show every night, she turned out to be this kind of scumbag.”
“Yeah! Not even willing to save her own father! What kind of daughter is she!”
Her mother glanced around secretly and then cried harder, “Please! Chloe! Just save your father! Please!” NôvelD(ram)a.ôrg owns this content.
“Dear mom, are you done?” Chloe looked at her blankly.
“Chloe! I’m begging you! We didn’t pay enough attention to you, and I’m sorry, Chloe! I apologize! But you can’t watch your father die!”
“Go find your precious son for help then.” Chloe said it cold and calm, but for the next second, she pushed the woman away, using all her strength.
Her mother fell on the ground and burst into a rage of tears, “Good lord! How is my life so miserable! Why can’t a daughter save her own father! Good lord...”
Chloe just turned around to leave while the crowd stopped her.
“Where you think you are going? Apologize! She might do something wrong before, but she’s still your mother! I’m telling you, if I had a daughter like you, I would slap her to death!” A man opened his mouth.
“Oh, go fuck yourself!” Chloe yelled. “Do you have any idea what the fuck is really going on here! You moron!”
The man was yelled but just glared at her and did not dare to do anything else.
Chloe took a stack of money out of her purse. That was her salary.
She squat in front of the woman who was still lying on the ground and refused to get up, “Is this what you want?”
The woman looked at her and then to the money. Then she looked at her again and finally locked her eyes on the money. Gradually, the cry stopped.