Chapter 49 Night Sky

CHAPTER 49 Night Sky

THEN HIS HAND moved to my hair and slowly caressed it gently. “I’m sorry about last time. I was so drunk, I didn’t know what I was doing,” he muttered closely.

I shook my head and tried to paint a smile. “It’s okay. I shouldn’t have done that to you either.”

“No, you were just true to yourself, Margaux,” he utters softly at me.

I just nodded until silence suppressed us.

Then Peter breaks his silence. “Hmm, if you’re free tonight, can I invite you to dinner?”

I raised my head with a twinkle in my eyes. Lawrence also invited me on a date tonight . . . D*mn it!

Perhaps he noticed my silence, so he spoke again. “If you have any important things to do tonight, you can—”

“No! I mean, yes! I’m free for tonight,” I cut him off.

His face immediately brightened. I think this is the possible way to make it up to him. After everything that happened between us, I will not just let him disappear from my life.

When he left, I only had a problem with letting Lawrence know that I had canceled our dinner date later. I quickly pulled my cellphone to the table and typed a text for him. He’ll surely understand why I need to postpone our date tonight.

After a long tiring day, the sun sets on. I quickly hovered over the compact mirror, applied a thin layer of lipstick and face powder, and left the building.

I met Peter in the parking area, patiently waiting while leaning against his car. He looks very clean and nice while wearing his blue shirt unbuttoned at the collar with clad jeans.

“Hi!” he greeted. He opened the car door wide for me.

“Thanks,” I whispered with a stern smile.

“Seatbelt, please,” he said before maneuvering the vehicle out of the building. I followed what he said. As usual, he drives as he used to, something that is not new to me.

Along the way, I was also silent. I don’t have anything to say at this point. Even from time to time, I could hear his deep sigh. Saying hello to him is hard for me to do. I felt something strange in my stomach, as if I just wanted to eat the anxiety I was feeling right now.

Until we both shock by the successive sounds of my cellphone. I immediately took it, and that’s how my heart pounded when Lawrence’s name registered there.

I hurriedly cancel his call and let out a heavy sighed. Damn it! Why does he still need to call?

My cellphone rang again, but this time I was wondering if I should answer it or not.

“Why don’t you answer? That call might be important,” Peter said to me.

“Ah, n-not really. Just clients,” I said as I canceled his call again and decided to turn off my phone.

Moments later, he stopped the car at a resto-bar. It was elegant, dark, and relaxed. The resto-bar was divided into two parts: one for the customers who want to enjoy the dinner alone. At the same time, the other side has a stage where some customers can watch a live band.

“What do you want to eat?” he asked me as we sat down.

I quickly look over the menu and ordered pasta.

“Are you on a diet?” He frowned at me then looked back at the menu he was holding.

I did not answer. Instead, I just roam my eyes inside the resto-bar.

This side is isolated, not compared to the other side of resto which was a bit noisy due to some standing in front of the stage.

“How do you find this place?” I utter with astonishment.

“I own this bar,” he replied quickly.

“Really, huh?” My smile widened because I could not help but marvel at his taste when it comes to this matter.

“So, how do you rate my place?” he asked with a wide smile.

“Hmm . . . The ambiance is good and relaxing. This is the place I will go back to when I’m stress at work,” I said as I shrugged my shoulders.

He nodded. He did not speak again because our order had arrived. Again, the table soaks into silence. I’m not comfortable in my seat. There seems to be a blockage in my throat that I can’t figure out, so I only ate a little in the end.

“Can we stay here for a little longer? I just want to watch your live band here,” I told him while facing the dessert that had just arrived.

He squared his jaw and looked over the crowd at the side. “Okay then, let’s just finish our food first,” he said at last.

It was only then that I felt like moving the dessert he had ordered for me.

Because when people started shouting on the other side of the restaurant. I used to sniff the dark chocolate cake.

“Good evening, everyone!” Remembrance of a gentle voice coming from the stage.

She wore an ecclesiastical black dress paired with black boots and her moon shadow-black hair.

My mouth was slightly open as I was hovering over her face more. Her skin looks like a radish white, which is even brighter when the spotlight shines brightly.

“Are you guys ready?” she said with her soft-tone voice.

“Yeah! You’re a great idol!” the crowd response quickly. They also did not stop whistling and clapping.

Eager to watch her up close, I pulled Peter to huddle with those in front of the stage.

I was almost deaf to the shouts of the people. No doubt, her voice is lovely. It was very soothing and pleasant to hear.

“I love you, Brigette!” Her fans were chanting wildly. Even I was brought into the crowd and applauded as well.

We went back to the table when the song was over, but Peter was obviously quiet for a while.

“Ah, excuse me, I’ll just go in the washroom.”

I was left speechless. Maybe it’s still not comfortable talking to me. I just shrugged off my thoughts and went straight down the hall.

But even before I could turn around in the corner, I was struck by a familiar bulk.

He leaned against the wall while his arms were crossed over his chest. Even though it was dark in the place, I knew him perfectly.

My feet immediately landed on the black tile because of his insane gaze on all his grandeur. I was even pushed from the stand when he went straight and stepped closer to me.

My heart stopped beating. I was surprised again by his aristocrat appearance. And his whole dark lashes and fancy lips dried on my bones.

He stopped in front of me. He bowed his head and looked at me with an angry and rough face.

“That’s why you don’t answer my calls. And you’ve turned off your phone to make sure there’s no fuss on your date,” Lawrence said sharply.

My throat dried up, I was nervous about backing off, but unfortunately, he held my wrist tightly.

There was no time to protest because he pulled me out of the fire exit. That’s where his car was waiting.

“What are you doing?!”

He did not answer but opened the door. “Get in my car, or I’ll take you inside,” he threatened.