Whenever Mia Lane rejects him, Justin Kingston feels upset.
In the past, it was revenge; now, it’s genuine affection... but she just doesn’t understand!
Anton Miller is willing to wait, wait until Justin Kingston and Monica Usher get married, wait until Mia Lane fully recognizes reality!
She can’t just become a nun, right?
Anton Miller secretly swears he won’t let any other man appear by Mia Lane’s side again!
In time, he believes he can surely walk into her heart.
He can’t hurry, can’t force, can’t complain, all he can do is wait!
So he’s out here drinking... some emotions need to be digested alone.
Sean Dalton, wearing a strapless dress, came out to relax with a few sisters. They reserved a small area and were having a blast.
The girls surrounded her, toasting her, "Grace, you look beautiful tonight!"
"Grace has always been beautiful, not just tonight!"
"Yes, yes, I misspoke, I’ll punish myself with a drink!"
"Grace, I toast to you."
She was like the moon surrounded by stars, treated like a little princess.
Among her many sisters, Sean Dalton was indeed the most beautiful. She grew up wealthy, and that rich-girl aura was evident at a glance.
In a good mood, she drank her glass of red wine in one gulp.
Unintentionally turning her eyes, she saw Anton Miller sitting alone at the bar, drinking, his side profile was mesmerizing.
Even from a distance, in the dim light, she couldn’t possibly mistake him.
Sean Dalton happily curved her lips into a smile, poured herself half a glass of wine, and then said to her sister friends, "I have a friend over there, I’ll go say hi and be right back."
The girls were having a great time, some were eating fruit, while others were dancing and twisting their waists.
Sean Dalton walked towards Anton Miller, her eyes fixated on him the whole time. Follow current ɴᴏᴠᴇʟs on novel fire.net
Her makeup was a bit exaggerated tonight, a seductive smoky eye look, but without a hint of vulgarity. Her features were still very attractive, even if she had some work done.
Reaching the other side of the bar, she sat down and initiated a toast with him.
Anton Miller looked up, seeing Sean Dalton down her glass of red wine with a smile.
"What a coincidence, meeting at night ." She smiled charmingly, "Are you in a bad mood?"
Anton Miller curled his lips into a muted smile, "Drinking means being in a bad mood? Weren’t you out too?"
"I’m not like you." She smiled with her eyes and pointed not far away, "You’re alone, I’m with a group of sisters."
Anton Miller didn’t look in the direction she pointed; he wasn’t interested.
"Want to come sit with us?" She extended an invitation, her eyes resting on his mesmerizing face. Huh, from this angle, he really looks like someone...
"No." Anton Miller tilted his head back to drink a cocktail.
Sean Dalton suddenly frowned, "Wow, I was wondering why you look so pleasing to the eye! You look a lot like Justin Kingston!"
Anton Miller’s eyes darkened as he looked up at her and said coldly, "You’re mistaken."
"Haven’t you noticed it yourself?" She was surprised, "Especially your side profile, and when you’re angry, you look exactly the same! Yes, even the way you look now is very similar."
"Airhead." He thought any woman focusing on Justin Kingston was shallow.
Sean Dalton sensed he was in a bad mood tonight, so she asked seriously, "You really came alone? You didn’t drive here, did you?"
He ignored her, continuing to drink.
"Make sure to call a designated driver later," she expressed concern.
However, it was as if he didn’t hear her.
"You..." she persisted patiently.
"Get lost." Anton Miller looked up with eagle-like eyes, "Do you know how annoying you are?"