Love Is Fair by Kerri
Chapter 72

Chapter 072 Was This Playing Hard-To-Get With Her? The first floor of The Nomad was a combination of a nightclub and a bar. With dynamic electronic music, the dance floor was full of uninhibited souls. The guests were drinking wine at the bar, flirting with the beauties who looked at each other by the way, and after a few chats, they felt that they were in harmony, so they walked into the elevator and went upstairs to get a room. This was the world of adults and the land of freedom. There was only one person who was out of tune with the surrounding environment. Owen ordered a few glasses of whisky and drank it alone, with a strong smell of alcohol on his body, but he didn't show any signs of being drunk, and the air pressure around him was extremely low. The bartender glanced at him from time to time, and he had almost finished a bottle of Scotch. It was not that there were no bosses who came to The Nomad to drink and get drunk, but all of them were surrounded by beautiful women or were accompanied by drinking friends. Only this one was alone. In all fairness, he had never seen a man with such a perfect combination of appearance and temperament, sitting there drinking like an earl in a British drama, like an ancient prince, in short, a nobleman. Such a high-quality man was a beautiful landscape painting when he was just sitting here. Naturally, it was easy to attract bees and butterflies. The bartender counted with his fingers. From the time he sat here drinking, at least six beauties came, an average of one every five minutes, but each one came and left in anger. Because no matter what way the other party used to provoke, the gentleman didn't lift his eyelids. He just muttered a single syllable from his throat, "Go away." The bartender shook his head frequently as he watched, boldly guessing: If this person was not gay, then he must have suffered a serious emotional injury. In fact, Owen's work had a lot of entertainment, and he had developed a physiological aversion to alcohol. Except for the workplace, he rarely touched things such as tobacco and alcohol unless he was depressed and needed to use alcohol to relieve his worries, as it was now. He rarely needed to drink alcohol to relieve his worries, but today he was particularly depressed, and this depression made him feel that if he didn't have a drink, it seemed that he would not be able to make it through tonight. He was afraid he would rush to the Garden of Rose directly and ask Hailey, "Who the hell is that man?" He didn't believe that she had so many cousins. Even if he was really a cousin, he

shouldn't be this close. He never put his arms around her waist or around her neck. How could that man with pigtails do it! "Bang." The wine glass was thrown heavily on the bar, and Owen said solemnly, "Pour it again." The bartender just poured the wine, hesitating whether to remind him to drink less. A beautiful figure flashed over and smiled eagerly, "Handsome guy, you drink so much wine. Be careful of your stomach-." The woman was wearing a red suspender skirt, her beautiful shoulder line was exposed half-naked back showed her butterfly bones, and her big wavy curly hair was draped behind her head, which was charming and moving and made the bartender's eyes bright as if she was born with highlights. "You, you are Ashley Wilson?" As soon as the bartender shouted, the woman

stretched out a finger, gave a soft "hush", and winked at him, "Keep a low profile, I just came back from filming in the mountains and forests, and I haven't been in the city for a long time, I came out to have fun." "Understood!" It was not the first time the bartender had seen a star. It was just the first time he saw the first-line beauty like Ashley. He immediately showed her the skills he had to make her a cocktail, and he carefully handed a small notebook to her, "May I have your autograph?" Ashley smiled slightly and simply signed a name for him. During the whole

process, Owen didn't even lift his eyelids. He just drank the wine on his own. Ashley found it more and more interesting. Since her debut, or since she was born, she had never been so ignored by a man. She tilted her head, took a sip of a cocktail, and asked with great interest, "Sir, are you gay?" Owen frowned, and his cold eyes swept lightly toward the woman beside him. He didn't know if it was because he drank too much, and the woman's appearance was a little blurry. But her sexy and hot appearance made him involuntarily think of the

sexy young girl in the video. Was she here? His sullen eyes suddenly softened a bit, and he couldn't help raising his hand to touch the woman's face.

However, the moment he was about to touch her cheek, Owen woke up because of her long curly hair. Hailey's long hair was cut short after their divorce. This was not her! With his hands back, his vision gradually became clear. There was an extremely charming face in front of him, which was even a little like Hailey's, but her eyes were a little more charming, a little less heroic than Hailey's, and vicissitudes. The change in his expression was all seen by Ashley. Obviously, the brief softness in his eyes just now was not because of her but regarded her as

another woman. It was not the first time she had seen such a micro expression. Once, she had seen it countless times on another man's face, and every time it made her heartbreaking and painful, and she decided to leave him "I look like someone you love, don't I?" A sarcastic smile appeared on Ashley's charming face, "Why do you men always look for substitutes for other women?" "Sorry, I got the wrong person." Owen apologized for his rashness just now. He raised his head, drank the glass of wine in front of him, and said to the bartender, "All the drinks this lady has tonight will be recorded in Room 77." After speaking, he nodded slightly and walked away with his jacket. Ashley looked at the figure of the man leaving, a little stunned, and then narrowed her eyes. Was this playing hard-to-get with her? Interesting. Hailey came out of Eve's room and went straight to her parent's room. When

she pushed open the door and entered, Jared was still kneeling on the futon. Three sticks of incense were lit in front of the portrait, which had already been burned for a short period of time. "Why are you still kneeling? Just to show your good faith." Jared smiled and said, "It's been a long time since I came back to see my mother. I have been kneeling for a while to show my filial piety." "Then I'll accompany you." Hailey took out another futon, knelt beside Jared, put her hands together, and looked at his mother's portrait, "Mom, you are in the sky. Bless the second brother to marry a wife and give birth to a fat baby as soon as possible." Jared couldn't help laughing, "Is one enough?" Hailey thought about it for a while, then changed her words immediately, "Then have two, a boy and a girl, to make up a good word." "Thank you," Jared said, pressing Hailey's head down, kowtow three times with her, and then stood up. Hailey said, "Aren't you going to kneel a little longer?" "Just to show our good

faith. Our mom and dad are not strict." Jared said everything. He pulled Hailey up and patted her on the folds of her trousers. In fact, he said so much just to be reluctant to let her kneel with him.

"Do you have wine?" he asked. As soon as he finished speaking, Hailey stepped on the floor twice as if playing magic, and the originally closed floor suddenly opened from both sides, emitting a bright light. Jared was stunned for a moment and followed her down the wooden ladder, only to realize that it

turned out to be a wine cellar underneath. The wine cabinet was full of dazzling collections, all of which were fine wines collected by Scott. Morgan had occupied the house for three years but never knew the things below. Hailey, like a wealthy woman, waved her hand gently and said in a proud tone, "The most important thing in the house is wine. You can choose whatever you want *