My Ex-Husband Wants Me Again

Chapter72

The first floor of the Beverland Hotel was a combination of a disco and a bar. Accompanied by the electric sound, the dance floor was filled with unrestrained souls.

Guests in groups of twos and threes drank at the bar and flirted with the beautiful women they liked. After chatting for a few words and feeling compatible, they walked into the elevator with their arms around each other's shoulders and went upstairs to get a room It was the world of adults and was also a country of freedom. There was only one person who was incompatible with the surroundings.

Marc ordered a few glasses of whiskey and drank it alone, feeling glum. There was a strong smell of alcohol on him, but it didn't show on his face. There was no sign of him getting drunk. The air pressure around him was terribly low.

Every now and then the bartender would glance in Marc's direction. Marc had almost finished a bottle of Scotch

It wasn't that there weren't bosses who came to Beverland Hotel to drink and get drunk, but who was not surrounded by beautiful women or accompanied by drinking buddies! Only the man was alone.This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

In all fairness, the bartender had never seen a man with such a perfect combination of appearance and temperament. Sitting there and drinking wise, the man looked like an earl in a foreign drama. He was also like a king in ancient times. In short, he was a noble. Women

Such an outstanding man was a beautiful scenery just by sitting here, which was naturally easy for him to attract the wor

The bartender counted with his fingers. From the time Marc sat there and drank, at least six beauties had come in half an hour. On average, one came every five minutes. However, every one of them came in high spirits and left resentfully,

Mare never raised his eyelids, no matter how the other party tried to provoke him. He only muttered a single word from his throat, "Scram

The bartender shook his head repeatedly and made a bold guess. If the man was not gay, he must have suffered a critical emotional injury.

In fact, people like Mare, who worked and socialized a lot, had developed a biological aversion to alcohol. Apart from work, they rarely touched cigarettes and alcohol, unless they were depressed and needed to drink to drown their sorrows, just like now,

Marc rarely needed to drown his sorrows in alcohol, but he was particularly depressed today. The depression made him feel as if he wouldn't get through the night if he didn't have a drink,

Mare was afraid that he couldn't resist the urge to rush to the Rose Garden and question Pearl, "Who the hell is that man to you?"

He did not believe that Pearl had so many cousins. Even if they were really her cousins, they should avoid arousing suspicion. Marc had never hugged Pearl's waist or neck. What right did that man with braids have?

"Bang." The wine glass was thrown heavily on the bar counter. "Pour again" Mare said in a low voice.

The bartender had just poured the wine and was hesitating whether to remind Marc to drink less when a beautiful figure flashed over and said with a smile, "Handsome, be careful to drink so much wine, or you'll hurt your stomach."

The woman was wearing a red strapless dress that revealed her beautiful shoulders. Her half-naked back revealed her butterfly bones. Her wavy hair was draped behind her head, making her look charming and loving as she was born with a natural glow. The bartender's eyes lit up. "You... you're Donna Palmer?"

As soon as the bartender shouted, the woman reached out a finger and gently shushed him. She winked at the bartender. "Keep a low profile. I just came back from filming in the mountains. I haven't been to the city in a long time. I came out to have some fun." "Got it, got it" The bartender didn't see a celebrity for the first time. However, it was the first time he saw an A-list beauty like Donna. He immediately used his specialty to make Donna a cocktail and carefully handed her a small notebook "Can I have your autograph?" Donna smiled and signed her name for him.

Throughout the entire process, Marc did not even bat an eyelid. He only focused on his drinking

Donna found it more interesting. Ever since she debated, or rather, since her birth, she had never been ignored by a man like this. She tilted her head, took a sip of her cocktail, and asked with interest, "Sir, are you gay?" Marc frowned and glanced coldly at the woman beside him.

Perhaps because he had drunk too much alcohol, the woman's appearance was a little blu involuntarily think of the little vixen in the video. Was Pearl here!

was a little blurry. However, her fiery red and hot outfit made Marc

Marc's gaze, which was filled with hostility, sadklenly softened a little. He could not help but raise his hand to touch the woman's face.

However, just as Marc way about to touch Donna's cheek, her long curly hair instantly woke Marc up. Pearl's long hair had been cut short after their

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divorce. The woman was not Pearl!

Mare retracted his hand, and his vision gradually regained clarity. In front of him was a charming face that resembled Pearl a line. However, the corners of her eyes were more charming and less heroic than Pearl's Donna saw the change in Mare's expression.

Obviously, the momentary gentleness in Marc's eyes just now was not because of her, but because he treated Donna as another woman

However, this was not the first time Donna had seen such an expression. In the past, she had seen it countless times on another man's face. It made her heart crack every time until it was filled with holes and pain. She decided to leave him. "I look like someone you love, don't " asked Donna

A mocking smile appeared on Donna's charming face. "Why do you men always have to find substitutes for other women?"

"Sorry, I mistook you for someone else." said Marc.

Marc apologized for his rashness just now. He raised his head and drank the glass of wine before him. He told the bartender. "All the drinks for this lady tonight will be charged to Room 77.

Then Marc nodded slightly and left with his coat.

Donna looked at the man's departing figure and was a little stunned. Then, she narrowed her eyes.

Was he playing hard to get with her!

Interesting

Pearl left. Tina's room and went straight to

to her parents' room.

Quentin was kneeling on the futon when she opened the door and entered. Three incense sticks were lit before the portraits, and a small section had been burned

"Why are you still kneeling it's the thought that counts" said Pearl.

Quentin smiled and said. Thaven't been back to see Mom for a long time. I kneel a little longer to show my filial piety."

"Then I'll accompany you. Pearl took out another futon and knelt beside Quentin. She put her palms together and looked at her mother's portrait. "Mom, please bless Quentin in heaven to get married and have a chubby baby as soon as possible." Quentin couldn't help but laugh and said. "How can one be enough?"

Pearl thought for a moment and immediately changed her words. "Then have two children. A boy and a girl"

"Thank you. Pearl" Quentin said, pressing Pearl's head down and kowtowing three times with him before standing up

Pearl said, "Didn't you want to kneel for a while longer!" -

"It's the thought that counts. Mom and Ken didn't stand on ceremony

Quentin said everything he should and shouldn't have said, He pulled Pearl up and patted the creases on her pants. All in all, he could not bear to let Pearl kneel with him.

"Got any wine?" asked Quentin.

As soon as he said that, Pearl magically stepped on the floor twice, and the floor, which had been closed, suddenly opened from both sides and glowed. Quentin was stunned

d for a moment. He followed Pearl down the wooden stairs and realized that there was

was a wine cellar below.

The wine cabinet was filled with a dazzling array of good wines from Ken's collection, Ralph had occupied the plate for three years but didn't know that another world was below.

Pearl waved her hand like a rich Word said in a bold tone, "The last thing our family lacks is wine. Pick whatever you want."