The phone rang five or six times, and Ivy Miller finally just turned it off.
She only powered it back on in the evening.
There were over forty missed calls and a few text messages as notifications.
He asked her to call him as soon as she turned her phone on.
Ivy Miller was annoyed and refused to call him back.
But this day really wore her out.
Predictably, Chloe Wilder suffered that night.
Because at eleven o’clock, Ivy Miller took a cab to bother her again.
She had just fallen asleep and was fuming because of that woman.
She was already exhausted, and yet she had to listen to her babble endlessly.
She honestly wanted to give Ivy Miller a "Best Chatterbox" award.
The next day, Chloe Wilder went to work with panda eyes while Ivy was still sleeping soundly.
Before leaving, Chloe was extremely disgruntled and woke her up, told her to go to the bathroom and then sleep again, which led to Ivy cursing in frustration. Consider it revenge.
But jokes aside, she knew Ivy Miller was really hurting inside, so in the evening, she organized a gathering with two of their old dorm friends and some former classmates they used to hang out with for dinner, drinks, and bar-hopping.
This was the third reunion of the group since graduation.
The first was organized by Ivy Miller, the second by a classmate, and this time by her. The most update n0vels are published on novel(ꜰ)ire.net
Chloe Wilder called Ivy Miller at noon to inform her about it.
For this reason, Ivy Miller was quite pleased. Deciding to drink till the night ended this time, she even dug out her nicest clothes from the bottom of her closet.
High heels, a strapless mini dress, hair curled, makeup done—staring at herself in the mirror, Ivy Miller grinned. Wasn’t she just an unmarried girl?
She looked like she was eighteen, of course, that’s just her opinion.
Chloe Wilder usually got off work late, so she went straight to the bar from Chloe’s place.
When she arrived at the bar, her old roommate, Mila Hughes, was already there.
Mila was also dressed flamboyantly, and the two together were quite the eye-catching pair.
They found out after entering the bar that they weren’t the earliest ones there; several former classmates had already arrived.
But what frustrated her the most was, the guys came, and they brought that annoying Robert Weston along.
Feeling irritated, she turned coldly to leave, but Mila grabbed her: "Where are you going?"
"Didn’t you see that Robert’s here? It’s either him or me, not both."
"Why are you , woman? You’ve broken up already.
He’s here now, if you just leave, he’d arrogantly think you still have feelings for him and are afraid to see him."
Ivy Miller rolled her eyes, "Mila, speak plainly. Who’s afraid to see him? I’m just annoyed by him.
Look at my face; does it clearly say I hate him?"
"Not clear enough, I only saw you about to run as soon as you saw him.
Only cowards act like that, you know what kind of breakup hurts the most?
It’s when I can treat you like air after seeing you.
Go, eat, drink, treat that jerk like air, let him know he no longer matters to me."
Exactly, Ivy Miller felt enlightened in that moment, why should she hide?
Only those who did wrong need to hide; she was upright and had nothing to hide from.
With that thought, she linked arms with Mila Hughes, and the two elegantly walked over.