Chapter 40

CHRISTIAN Swirling the whisky glass, I gulped the remaining liquor and pushed it to the bartender, “refill, please.” I murmured. The young, experienced bartender immediately proceeded with my demand as I turned to the bustling dance floor. It's ten p.m., and I find myself in the embrace of the luxurious pub of the city, searching for a solace. However, I have yet to get anything at all. Heartache seemingly became my non-replaceable ornament, adorning me with its grace, and headache was its unyielding companion. Sigh— you have destroyed me for good, Veronica… “Hey, handsome.” A beautiful brunette appeared beside me, batting her lashes and trying to enchant me with her charm, which didn't help either. “Seems alone, or perhaps— severely lonely.” She smirked, sitting on the tool beside me. I couldn't help but chuckle bitterly. Even a stranger could see my distress, except her only. I felt the stranger’s soft touch on my arm before I felt her leaning toward my side, “a handsome man like you