Chapter 110

Nathan's voice was deep. "What happened in Alicia?"

Hugh sighed. "It was about Ms. Guzman. Ms. Guzman went at Alicia twice and scratched up her face. She even had to get stitches on her forehead. When the doctor took out her stitches today, he said these might leave a scar. Ms. Allela had mentally prepared for it, but she is still a young lady. Seeing that wound shook her down completely."

Nathan interrupted Hugh, "Got it," then glanced at me. "Can you eat on your own?"

I took the bowl from his hand with a blank face. "I can eat. Go ahead."

I didn’t make a fuss and just quietly ate my oatmeal.

Nathan got up and started to leave but stopped in his tracks and glanced back at me. His eyes were packed with emotions, but it was all tangled and unclear.

I had no interest in whatever was going through his head. I just kept my head down and focused on my oatmeal. The only thing I heard after that was a low sigh.

By the time I looked up again, he was already gone. I was the only one left in the room.

By the next morning, I headed to the wine cellar and grabbed a few nice bottles. I wasn’t going there to apologize to Frederick, but bringing a few bottles of wine would at least make him easier to talk to.

Nathan didn’t go back on his word. No one tried to stop me when I left.

Bob was waiting by the gate in the car. When I stepped outside, he got out of the car and opened the door for me. "Where are you going, Ms. Sawyer?"

I furrowed my brows and looked at him. "Did Jonathan send you?"

Bob lowered his gaze. "Yes. You’ve still not fully recovered. Please take care of yourself first."

I didn’t say a word and got straight into the car. Then, I instructed, "Let’s head to La Doghouse."

Bob's expression changed; he subconsciously glanced at me. Everyone knew the bar belonged to Frederick, and Bob clearly wasn’t sure about it. "I need to check with Mr. Ford first."

I spoke, opening the car door. "If you don’t take me there, I’ll just grab a taxi."

Bob quickly said, "I’ll head there immediately."

With that, he started the car. I could tell he was secretly reporting back to Jonathan. I didn’t know what Jonathan told him, but he didn’t try to stop me.

When we came to La Doghouse, I took the wine and headed straight inside.

Yvette was mixing drinks near the entrance. When she saw me, she shot me a look and snorted, but she didn’t try to stop me.

Wade stood in front of me and respectfully said, "This way, Ms. Sawyer."

I nodded and followed him inside.

It was the same private room as before. Frederick was on the couch, sitting under the dim lights.

He looked at the woman in front of him. "How many times do I have to tell you? He’s not going to pay you any attention."

Alicia had her back to him. Even from behind, I could tell she was still upset as she stood her ground. "I don’t care if Jonathan is ignoring me. It’s not like I need his attention. I just want to give him something."

Frederick clicked his tongue in annoyance and sat up. "How many times do I have to tell you? No matter what you do, he won’t spare you a glance. Do you really want to be Elise, a laughing stock for everyone?"

As he said that, I walked in through the door. They looked my way, and things got awkward real fast.

Frederick’s expression changed right away. He subconsciously stood up, like he was about to explain himself.

I smiled at him. "Relax. You weren't wrong."

The 25-year-old me would have been hurt by those words, or burned with anger and shame. But hearing them now, I would just agree.

After all, I was on the same page. I chased after the one who loved me, begging for his attention and craving his affection.

It all seemed so pathetic. Honestly, I brought the ridicule upon myself.

Alicia’s mouth twitched, like she hadn’t expected me to say that. She spun on her heels and retorted: "I just wanted to see him. It’s not like I’m asking him to like me. It’s my choice to like him."