The moment Dorothy noticed the black card, her eyes brightened. “Brother Hugo, thanks. I knew you would treat me the best.”
She often said words like this, but this time they didn’t make him feel good.
In the end, Hugo said the company still had work at night, and he had to return to handle overtime, then he left.
Dorothy didn’t say anything.
If it were Kiara, she would say not to stay up late, that it was bad for the body.
She used to repeat that in his ear many times, and he felt bothered then.
Now, no one said it, but he felt somewhat strange instead.
It felt like only when a person cared would they keep worrying and talking nonstop.
If they didn’t care, they wouldn’t even raise a question.
That evening, Hugo headed to a bar and invited several buddies to drink and drown his sadness.
From the start until the end, he kept drinking one cup after another.
Everyone feared that if he didn’t stop, something might happen, so they hurried to block him.
“Brother Hugo, don’t treat alcohol like water. If anything happens, Sister Kiara won’t let us go.”
Hugo brushed them off and whispered to himself, “She won’t. Kiara won’t search for you anymore.”