NovelBookStella shook her head and smiled softly, trying to appear unfazed.
Im used to it, really.
Dont worry about me.
You should head hearly too, so Neville doesnt end up worried sick.
Miley feigned indifference, tossing a lighthearted, Humph, as if hed care about me.
Yet her actions betrayed her words-she was already heading toward the parking lot, a sweet smile Lingering on her face.
Stella watched Miley walk away, a quiet smile tugging at her lips.
Yet in that moment, her thoughts drifted to Matthew.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtShe missed him terribly.
If only Matthew hadnt lost his memory. No matter how busy he had been, he would have always found a way to make tfor her.
Gazing at the bustling crowd on the street and the silent screen of her phone, Stella felt a wave of sadness wash over her.
How she longed for a message from him at this very moment.
Meanwhile, in a dimly lit bar, Neville and Cordell arrived in haste and entered a private room, their eyes immediately falling on the table cluttered with six empty bottles.
Matthew sat slumped in his chair, a glass in hand, his despondent expression a stark contrast to the lively hum of the bar.
He drank as though trying to drown the weight of his troubles, while Fernando stood beside him, looking utterly helpless.
Fernando had called Neville and Cordell for help, and they had arrived as quickly as they could.
Glancing at each other, they were both perplexed by Matthews behavior.
Why was he drinking himself into oblivion? Matthew swirled the empty glass in his hand, his tone flat as he said to Fernando, Open another bottle.
Fernando hesitated, visibly uneasy, unsure of what to do.
Cordell stepped forward, snatching the glass from Matthews hand.
Are you trying to kill yourself? Do you even know what youre doing? Matthews gaze, slightly unfocused, shifted to Cordell.
His words slurred, but the defiance was clear.
Why are you here? I know what Im doing.
Its just a drink-it wont hurt.
He waved at Fernando again, repeating the order.
Go get the wine.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmNeville stepped in, shooting Fernando a knowing look.
You can leave now.
Relieved, Fernando nodded and quickly left the private room. Matthews expression darkened as he reached for the wine again, only to have Cordell block him.
Matthew, Cordell said sharply, you had a check-up today, and now youre drinking like this? Are you seriously testing your luck? Dont play games with your health. Neville tried to reassure Matthew, his voice gentle yet firm, This isnt the end of the world.
Drinking your troubles away wont patch things up.
Ive already made arrangements to search for the top specialist in this field.
Well have you back to your old self before your birthday.
Dont let this storm cloud drown you.
Matthew, however, only shook his head, muttering in a tone that m suggested a deeper turmoil, Its not about that.
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