Chapter 173
Unfortunately, this gem is no longer his.
Jaime was consumed with jealousy as he watched Mariela and Lennon being so close and laughing together.
These daily moments, she should have shared with him!
Her joys and sorrows could only be shared with him.
He suddenly regretted following along.
He originally just wanted to come along and meddle, to mess with Lennon’s state of mind and ruin their relationship.
Little did he know that he would end up being the one who was messed up in the end!
He watched with his own eyes as the woman he loved showed affection to someone else, his heart feeling both sour and bitter, even experiencing sharp pains.
The waiter served the dishes.
Mario was twitching the fork and getting ready to eat,
The man sitting across suddenly stood up with a “whoosh“.
The chair scraped against the floor tiles, making a harsh sound.
The guests in the restaurant looked over one by one.
Jaime got up and left without looking back.
From his back, it was evident how angry he was. Eventually, Jaime couldn’t hold on any longer during this meal.
Mario sighed and picked up a forkful of food, muttering to himself, “If you don’t eat, I’ll eat. I’ve been hungry all afternoon…*
Jaime got back into the car and lit a cigarette.
As the night fell, the neon lights outside the car window flickered, captivating the eyes.
In the car, white fog enveloped.
Jaime vaguely remembered that in the past, when he used to have meals with Mariela, she would always sit across from him.
He didn’t think much of it before.
But today, he saw her sitting on the same side as that man.
That table was not big.
Two people sat on the same side, feeling slightly crowded.
Despite this, she still wanted to sit on the same side as him.
He also saw Mariela’s leg resting on Lennon’s thigh.
That intimate posture was something she had never experienced before when she was with him.
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Jaime repeatedly and masochistically recalled the memories until the cigarette between his fingertips burned out, scorching his hand, and only then did he detach himself from the recollection.
He took out his phone and sent a message.
I promised to cooperate with you.
Jaime finished smoking a cigarette, but his restlessness only increased instead of subsiding.
He drove back to the hotel.
He opened the hotel room door, and he irritably tugged at his tie, taking off his coat and hanging it behind the door. As he looked up, he suddenly froze.
On the large bed in the center of the room.
Juliette was lying on the bed, wearing a black lace camisole dress, with a seductive posture.
“Jay, you came back,” Juliette’s eyes stretched, her voice seductive.
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This scene was extremely tempting, Jaime felt a surge of blood rushing through his body, and his mind exploded with a loud bang.
