That Jane Quinlan... she is just so ordinary.
How could she possibly be more qualified than me?
Although she didn’t come from a noble family, and wasn’t favored by Kay’s grandfather like Faye Townsend.
Still, she also received an aristocratic education funded by Kay’s grandfather.
Why did Kay Forrest eventually choose a nobody like Jane Quinlan, instead of coming back to me?
I am the one who has loved Kay Forrest the longest.
Why should the happiness that was originally mine be completely stolen by that Jane Quinlan?
Anyone would feel aggrieved in this situation, wouldn’t they?
"Evie, what’s wrong?"
Seeing her staring with a suddenly tense and gloomy expression, Nolan Moore shook her shoulders, snapping her back to reality as she looked at him: "Hmm?"
"What are you thinking about so intently?"
She bit her lip and shook her head: "I was thinking... Kay and Miss Quinlan do look quite well-matched.
Miss Quinlan’s forthright personality is something I could never match.
I really envy how easy and comfortable they look when they are together."
"Yeah, Jane Quinlan sometimes speaks without thinking.
But she’s actually not a bad person.
Good is good, bad is bad.
Evie Larkin nodded: "You shouldn’t always be against her in the future.
This is something between Kay Forrest and me, it has nothing to do with Miss Quinlan."
"Then can you listen to me, and slowly adapt to the fact that Kay Forrest now has someone he loves?
You must learn to accept it, otherwise, it will only be more painful in the future."
Evie Larkin frowned bitterly: "What can I do if I don’t accept it?
You’ve seen the way Kay treats me.
He simply doesn’t want to talk to me much.
Not to mention coming back to me.
I’m afraid if he hears this, he will despise me enough to want to kill me.
I’ve been such a fool for so long, although I can’t guarantee I can do what you say immediately.
But... I will definitely try my best.
I also want to let go of everything and start over."
Hearing her say this, Nolan Moore released his hold on her arms and patted her shoulder.
"You must never talk about jumping into rivers or anything like that again.
Your mood was so negative just now, it was really scary."
Evie Larkin nodded with a bitter smile: "Nolan, how great it would have been if I had loved you from the beginning."
Nolan Moore shrugged: "Indeed, our fate probably didn’t extend that far, so we’re only suited to be friends."
It took him many years to move on from his unrequited love for her.
Now, although it still hurts him to see her in pain.
But it has nothing to do with adoration.
She has now become a very important relative in his life.
He hopes everything goes well for her.
"Kay Forrest and Miss Quinlan are still at the bar, should we go back and find them?"
Nolan Moore shook his head: "Of course not.
Since Kay Forrest kicked you out, you’ve got to show some backbone.
You have to let him know that if he doesn’t care about you, you don’t care about him either."
Evie Larkin thought about it, if she ignored Kay Forrest.
He probably would, considering she had pursued him for so many years.
"Then let’s go to the hotel and rest.
I’m actually quite tired today."
Jane Quinlan and Kay Forrest stayed at the bar until 11 o’clock and started feeling sleepy.
Seeing her yawn repeatedly, Kay Forrest kissed her on the temple: "Tired?"
"Then I’ll take you back to rest."
Jane Quinlan left with him.
The nightlife in Beijing is really rich.
Rear Lake is still bustling at this time.
It’s just too bad she’s so tired that she can’t handle it anymore.
Kay Forrest booked a presidential suite at a hotel.
Jane Quinlan was shocked as soon as she entered.
A presidential suite is indeed a presidential suite, the difference from a standard room is like heaven and earth.
This makes her, who’s staying in a hotel for the third time in her life, feel overwhelmed.
She feels she could tour the room all night.
"This room is a bit small, isn’t it?"
Jane Quinlan turned and teased him: "Are you trying to make me think you’re a tycoon?"
"If you think I’m a tycoon, shouldn’t you come over and hug my thigh now?"
Jane Quinlan jumped in front of him and hugged him: "Tycoon, please take care of me."
"Hug my third leg properly, and I’ll take care of you for a lifetime."
"What are you talking about, I’m complimenting you here.
You’re not young, but you’re still physically strong." Jane Quinlan said, snuggling into his embrace: "Boss, how well did I flatter just now, give me a score."