Chapter 129
Chapter 129
When Coralie followed him into the ward, she saw that Valerie was banging against the wall with her
head. After a while, the white wall was stained with blood, and the same color was also etched on
Valerie's forehead.
"Skye, where are you going? Don't leave me alone."
As soon as Valerie saw Skylar coming towards her, she threw herself into Skylar's arms and latched his
waist tightly with both her hands.
Skylar was helpless, so he had to appease her. "I won't go, I won't go anywhere."
"You are lying. You dislike me now that I'm unable to walk. You don't want me anymore, do you?"
Valerie hugged Skylar tightly in her arms, her voice freighted with anxiety and terror. She seemed to be
reeling in fear that Skylar would abandon her.
Coralie watched the scene in the ward with her heart in ache, so much that she couldn't breathe. She
walked out from the scene and looked into the distance. She was at loss of what to do.
At this time, Amelia mentioned, "Miss Chariott, I think you have seen it now. Valerie's illness is really
serious. She can't do anything without Skylar. This time, she hit the wall with her head. Before this, she
tried to jump off the building, slashed her wrist, and even tried hanging herself."
Coralie understood why Amelia didn't say anything just now. She was sure that Skylar would come out
when he saw Coralie, and then Valerie would definitely be hysteric again. It would be more convincing
for her to say something when Coralie had a firsthand experience of such a scene.
"I see."
Coralie walked toward the elevator.
Looking at Coralie's depressed face, Amelia stood still and said, "Miss Chariott, if you need money, you
can tell me. However, for our dear Valerie's sake, please don't contact Skylar anymore. Besides, they
are childhood sweethearts and are destined to be together ever since they were young. You and Skylar
are only together temporarily to bring luck to Grandmother Holland."
This time, Coralie didn't answer her but walked straight into the elevator. Her heart was aching so badly
that she felt suffocated.
She wandered on the street, and for the first time ever, she lost her direction in her life.
She lost her child and her lover. She didn't even feel this heart-wrenching pain when she divorced
Howard.
Coralie hailed a taxi and asked the driver to bring her to a quiet bar. She got off the car, went into the
bar and got seated. She requested to the waiter, "Give me some beer."
Coralie was not a young girl, so it was not unusual for a girl her age to drink at a bar. However, it was a
rare occasion for Coralie to find herself in a bar.
The bartender poured a glass of beer and handed it to Coralie.
Coralie raised the glass and downed it without hesitation. It was cool and bitter. She knew she didn't
have a high tolerance, but Coralie still wanted to drink herself into oblivion here.
Didn't everyone say that it was possible to drink the pain away?
If she got drunk, would she be numbed of the sadness?
As soon as Coralie took a sip of beer, a man took the empty seat beside her. He rested his hand on the
bar counter and looked at Coralie with a lecherous gaze. "Gorgeous, are you alone? I'm Billy. Would
you like to have a drink with me?"
Sensing that someone was speaking near to her, Coralie turned around and noticed the man sitting
next to her. He was thin, tan, and his face was almost the textbook image of a pervert. Skylar obviously
seemed so superior when she compared him to this pervert.
Coralie looked disdainful, as she rolled her eyes and said, "How dare you leave your house to hook up
with girls when you're so ugly? Where did you get the courage?"
After that, she downed two more mouthfuls of beer.
At this time, Coralie's head was a little dizzy and she was almost irrational. In fact, she didn't know why
she blurted this. She probably just said what she thought of without sifting.
"Oh? I see that you have a bad temper. Where did I get the courage?" Billy saw that Coralie's face was
flushing red after a few mouthfuls of beer. Her eyes also started to lose focus. It was obvious that she
had a low tolerance toward alcohol.
He was not in a hurry. After all, if Coralie continued drinking like this, she would definitely be drunk in
no time.
Coralie drank for a while more and seemed to realize that the situation was somehow off. She felt that
it was more dangerous for her to leave now. To her consternation, she took out a few hundred dollar
bills from her bag and asked for the waiter.
"Waiter, this is for you. If I get drunk later, please allow me to sleep here. Please don't let anyone take
me away." Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.
The waiter looked at the money and then glanced at Billy who was sitting next to Coralie. He
understood what she meant. After he took the money, he nodded.
Billy saw this and said to the waiter, "Buddy, are you trying to ruin my night? That doesn't seem fair,
does it?"
The waiter looked at him and said, "This is a bar. If something happens here, you will be held
responsible."
Coralie was in a daze at this time. When she heard that the waiter was taking her side, she felt more at
ease. At least she found someone reliable.
Billy looked at Coralie. She had an innocent appearance and a hot body, and this pairing was
absolutely the best. He made up his mind and flashed a stack of 100 dollar bills from his bag. He
whispered, "This is for you. I'll take this girl with me later."
The waiter was somewhat in a dilemma. After all, he had promised Coralie first, but Billy's stack of
money could easily amount to two or three thousand dollars...
He thought about it and placed Coralie's 500 dollars back on the bar counter, as if he hadn't put his
hands on the money in the first place.
Coralie saw that her money was being returned. She raised her head and asked, "What do you mean?"
Billy was glad that the waiter understood!
He reached out one hand to clasp on Coralie's waist, and he even wanted to fondle her chest.
"Get away! Don't touch me!"
Coralie realized that the situation was out of control now. She suddenly regretted getting drunk outside
and wanted to escape while she could still retain her consciousness.
However, Billy refused to let her go. He fastened his hand on Coralie's waist tightly and said, "Babe,
don't be angry. It's my fault, I apologize to you. I just met the woman, there's nothing between us."
Billy pretended to be a couple with Coralie to mislead other people into believing that it was just a
lover's spat.
"Get out of my way. Who's your babe? I don't know you."
"Yes, yes, I was wrong. You don't know me. You are not my babe. Don't be angry. As long as you are
not angry, everything will be fine."
Billy was experienced. No matter what Coralie said, he would be able to retort so shamelessly.
"Let go of me!"
When Billy tried to drag Coralie out of the bar, a man in a casual gray shirt walked in. When he saw
Coralie being dragged away by a man, he instantly punched him in the face.
"Who the f*ck are you? I'm quarreling with my girl. What are you doing here?"
Even when Billy was punched, his hands were still tightly latched on Coralie. He insisted that they were
a couple who were quarreling with each other. After all, he had just spent more than 2,000 dollars and
he didn't intend for it to go down the drain.
"Your girl?" The man kicked Billy away and took Coralie over. He said angrily, "Even I failed to get her,
how dare you claim her to be your girl?"
Hearing that, Billy looked up. The man in front of him was elegant and good looking. He seemed
familiar.
"Isn't this the young master of the Moore family? The one who has been dating different female
celebrities?"
"Oh yes, I think so."
Before Billy could recognize him, someone next to him had already resolved the confusion and
declared the man to be Franklin Moore.