Take Control of Yourself, Please novel (Anna and Liam)

Chapter 345 Bane of Society

Michael sat in front of Liam for almost half an hour, but Liam remained silent.

Michael was confused, so he attempted to start the conversation, "My girlfriend is cute, isn't she?"

Michael could guess Liam wanted to discuss Nina with him. Liam glanced at him calmly and lowered his gaze to the already cool cup of coffee in front of him.

Was Nina really that innocent, or actually deeply manipulative?

Even he trusted her lies!

Anna that stupid woman, how could she be friends with someone like her? He had to warn her.

Michael looked at the cup of coffee too, and said confusedly, "Just tell me."

"How much do you know about her?" Liam glanced at him.

Michael froze, why would an uncaring block of ice like him suddenly care about his personal matters?

"Why are you asking me this?"

Liam stared at him, gaze deep and meaningful, but said nothing.

"Alright, I think I know what you want to say. Don't

worry, I'm not so reckless, I know what I'm doing."

"Nina’s mother is gravely ill, she only did it because she had no choice. She quit in time didn't she? Why do you care about me so much all of a sudden?"

Liam's expression darkened and he said coldly, "Get out."

"Ha-ha, it's a joke, look at you. Fine, let’s be serious, you misunderstood Nina, she’s not the kind of woman you think she is."

"I hope so."

"I'm serious, even if you don't believe us, don’t you trust Anna and her taste? Isn’t she with you?" Michael raised his eyebrow at him.

Liam’s expression finally warmed up a little, and he said lowly, "Her taste was only good when she chose m e. Everything else, not really."

At the thought of the people around Anna, he really didn't trust her taste.

But he couldn't believe Nina would forgo her promise t o him and date Michael.

He hated liars.

Michael rolled his eyes at him, Liam was the only one he knew who could use such a roundabout way to compliment himself.

Michael’s expression turned solemn, keeping his eyes straight on his friend and said, "Liam, I need you to do me a favor.”

Liam raised his brows, "What?"

"Do a background check on Nina."

"Why?" Liam asked.

"Don't ask."

Michael wanted to find out who her father was, to treat her mother.

Liam pondered his request but agreed.

Anna gasped, shocked that her guess was right, her eyes followed the direction of Jamie's fingers, and widened instantly.

"How is he here?!"

Entrance to the bar.

Wilson stood at the entrance, donning a black suit. His hands in his pockets.

His hair was messy, a few strands hanging across his forehead, showcasing his bright blue eyes.

He gave an air of quiet misery, as if he was some western poet, spouting beautiful verses the moment h e opened his mouth.

Wilson's appearance encapsulated the bar in a deadly silence, as if even the music lowered itself for him. This belongs © NôvelDra/ma.Org.

Everyone held their breaths, looking dazedly at the ridiculously beautiful man.

This was an infamous gay bar!

Everyone here was either gay or well-loved by men.

Wilson sauntered over.

Everywhere he went, the dark gazes of hungry men followed him, like starving wolves, prepared to push him over and have their way with him.

"He, he's..."

Anna was just going to tell Jamie she had met this man before, but with a turn of her head, she noticed Jamie's long feline eyes had already turned into hearts. He stared at Wilson as if he was in love.

Wilson seemed to have filtered out his surroundings completely, ignoring the scorching gazes of everyone i n the bar.

He headed straight for the bar, pulled out a chair, and sat approximately a meter away from Anna.

"A glass of whiskey, please."

Jamie shook himself out of his reverie, turning serious, and nodded professionally.

"Of course, one moment please."

Then, he walked towards Anna, danced around soundlessly, took out a handheld mirror, fixed up his appearance, and mouthed to Anna, "Am I perfect?"

Anna wanted to laugh, but suppressed the urge, and nodded fervently, mouthing back at him, "Absolutely!"

Jamie’s smile blossomed across his face, poured out a glass of whiskey and strolled over to Wilson, and set down the glass.

"Welcome to The Predicament, this is on the house.”

Wilson kept his head bowed, raised the glass, and clinked it lightly against the tabletop.

"Thank you."

With that, he downed the glass.

With his sexy voice and smooth movements, a round o f sighs were heard around the bar.

Several men couldn’t hold it in anymore and headed towards him but were all stopped by Jamie and his dagger-like eyes. They could only slink back to their seats and swallow nervously.

Anna sighed, in awe of Jamie and his dominating presence in his circle.

It was as if he were a captain proclaiming to the crowd that this stretch of sea belonged to him and no one else could fish there!

Jamie poured Wilson another cup of whisky, tapping the back of his hand gently, "Slow down, you’ll get drunk.”

Wilson's hand stiffened, and moved to avoid his finger, raising his glass and downed it again.

Wilson grew up in vineyards across the country, mere glasses like this were nothing to him.

He wished he would get drunk and collapse, to see whether he would come for him.

He raised his eyes and looked at Jamie, pointed towards his glass.

Jamie looked into his soulless blue eyes, helplessness and pity coursing through his chest.

How did he become like this?

He was like a member of the walking dead, lifeless, reeking of desperation.

Jamie poured him another glass, giving up on the advice, walked back towards Anna, and sighed.

"Jamie, is he the Adonis you've been dreaming about day and night?" She asked.

Jamie nodded, "Handsome, right? But sadly, from the looks of it, he’s in love with someone else."

"How do you know?"

She regretted it the moment the words slipped out of her mouth.

Because she had an inkling who held the key to his heart, and this made her feel guilty.

That man was too charming, attracting both men and women.

"Look at him, so sad and dejected, he looks exactly like how I did a few days ago when I was video- calling you. Lifeless eyes, downturned lips, depressing aura, downing alcohol like it’s a life-saving potion."

He sighed again, "Sigh... what a pity. The poison has seeped into his bloodstream, no amount of potion will save him."

Anna asked quietly, "Why do you seem to be talking about yourself?"

"You’re right, I am. The more beautiful something is, the more poisonous it is. The poison that is him has seeped into my organs, I'm about to die from intoxication soon..."

Looking at Jamie staring straight at Wilson, as if he was the only one he could see, Anna was suddenly reminded of herself.

To her, what sort of poison was Liam?

Opium.

Sweet and addictive, hate and love swirling together i n a toxic whirlpool, pulling her further and further into its depths, unable to escape even if she wanted to

That man was indeed the bane of society.