My Fair Stunner

Chapter 501 Sanity

Chapter 501 Sanity

Sometimes one said 'next time', it didn't really mean next time, but to give each other a desire.

As Jake's words finished, the owner of the tavern in the box punched on the door, gritted his teeth and

said harshly, "Jake, if you dare not come again, I will call the police saying you had a dine and dash."

Jake, "Okay."

Tavern owner, "Next time you have to pay double if you come here."

Jake, "Okay."

When the tavern owner was talking, suddenly he choked, "Jake, if you fucking dare to have an

accident, I'll go and dig the son of a bitch's grave."

Jake heard what he said, pursed his thin lips tightly. This time he did not respond.

Stepping out of the box, Jake walked to the reception desk to check out, and also asked for a box of

cigarettes.

The receptionist looked right and left, lowered her voice to talk to Jake, "Dr. Thomas, you just waltzed

out like that. Will you be okay?"

Jake smiled lightly, "It's okay."

The receptionist was suspicious, "Where is our boss?"

Jake kept his countenance, "He drank too much in the box and fell asleep."

The receptionist was a newcomer. Hearing Jake's words she did not think much of it and muttered in a

low voice, "I've been here for so long, but I've never seen our boss drunk."

Jake, "Congratulations, you saw it today."

After the checkout, Jake came out from the front door. Standing on the steps with his head down, he lit

a cigarette with his hand folded to prevent the wind.

Taking two deep puffs, he kept his countenance and glanced the business car parked across the road

with the corner of his eyes.

That woman, Tiffany, was really ruthless.

She was seemingly generous to give him a check to fill in the number at will. In fact, even if he really

got the money, it was money to buy his life. He earned it, but he had no life to spend it.

Jake smoked a half of the cigarette in his mouth and stepped down the steps.

He was followed by someone just after he left.

Jake pretended not to notice the people following behind him. While smoking, he walked along the

road.

After walking out for a distance, Jake stopped. He took the cigarette off the corner of his mouth and

threw it at his feet to stomp it out, then his jaw tightened.

When he drank wine in the bistro, he always felt nothing at all. But after a while, he would feel the wine

had an aftereffect.

Jake's thin lips pursed tightly. In the brain the perceptual and the rational thoughts pulled each other.

Sanity told him that it was time to run. He should call the police and shouldn't play hardball.

But sensuality said to him, "In these years, you seem to live a free life. In fact, you like a walking

corpse. You are all but dead. What is the meaning of continuing such a life?"

"It is better to end it earlier. It is a relief."

Just as Jake's emotions were about to overcome sanity and he was about to turn around, the cell

phone in his pocket suddenly rang.

Jake stunned, reached out and took out his cell phone from his pocket and pressed to answer.

The call got through and Alexander's loud voice came over the phone, "Where are you?" Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

Jake inhaled, "What's wrong?"

Alexander, "Shouldn't you be off work early at this time? Why haven't you arrived home yet?"

Jake's voice was deep, "What's up?"

Alexander was a little unhappy and asked in reply, "Can't I call you if there's nothing wrong?"

Jake, " ..."

Ever since that hug in Spring Festival, Alexander and Jake's relationship had skyrocketed.

Alexander was born with a particularly strong sense of responsibility. Because Faye asked him to help

take care of Jake, he has been taking care of him until now.

Alexander's words finished. Seeing Jake did not make a sound, he coughed lightly through the phone

and said, "It's so late and you don't go home. Is it ... that?"

Jake looked at his figure stretched long on the ground and asked, "What?"

Alexander said in an unnatural tone, "Are you sick?"

Jake, "No."

Alexander was unhappy, "Not sick. Then why not go home in the middle of the night?"

Jake retracted his eyes. Feeling the sound of a little pattering of footsteps approaching behind him, he

said in a low voice, "Alexander, aren't you meddling too much?"

Alexander, " ..."

Alexander was choked by Jake's words. After a long time, he stumbled and replied, "Aren't we friends?

Friends care for each other ..."

Alexander was interrupted in midstream by Jake in a cold voice, "Who says I'm your friend?"

Alexander was stunned and stopped talking.

Jake clenched the phone. Looking at the man in black in front of him, he said with a frozen voice,

"Alexander, one has to have self-awareness. Understand?"