Chapter 5 With Eight Male Models
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Angela stood rooted to the spot. Although they were already divorced, and she knew who Bradley loved, she was still hurt by his actions.
Angela stared at the red mark on her wrist and gave a self-deprecating laugh. She gathered her emotions and returned to her office, only to find Anthony still waiting for her.
"Sorry to have kept you waiting. I just encountered an unreasonable family member." Angela forced a smile, mocking herself.
Anthony could tell that Angela was not feeling well, and he knew that the man just now was definitely not just a patient's family member. However, since Angela didn't say anything, he didn't ask.
"It's fine." Anthony shook his head gently.
"I still have some things to deal with, so I can't leave today. Let's make another appointment when we're both free." She had originally intended to agree, but after Bradley's interruption, she lost interest and declined Anthony's invitation.
"Okay, you're tired today too. Get some rest." Perhaps because Bradley had stirred up her emotions, Angela was distracted all afternoon. She could constantly feel the subtle yet overwhelming presence of Bradley's masculine energy encroaching on her senses.
Upset, Angela changed out of her doctor's coat and dialed a number. She needed to unwind.
"What's wrong, babe? Missing me already?" As soon as Martha Parry answered the phone, she teased Angela in a deliberately suggestive tone.
"Want to grab a drink?" Angela got straight to the point.
"Send me the address, I'll be right there." Hearing that they were going for a drink, Martha immediately asked for the location.
Angela sent the address to Martha and then set off for the bar herself.
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By the time Martha arrived, Angela was already a few drinks in.
Inside the bar, colorful neon lights flickered in the dimness, isolating the people from the hustle and bustle of the outside world.
The deafening music roared, its rhythm intense and hypnotic, as if wielding some kind of magic that temporarily freed people from the constraints of reality, creating a world that was both fantastical and tinged with mystery.
The air was thick with the mixed aroma of alcohol and perfume, and every breath felt like an escape.
Angela occupied a large, somewhat secluded table in the corner of the bar. This table was like a haven, allowing them to find their own little world amidst the chaos.
As soon as Martha stepped into this space of intertwined light and shadow, her eyes were drawn to the eight male models gathered around the table.
Martha thought, 'Well, this woman sure knows how to play. Wait. Isn't she Angela? She should be head over heels for Bradley. Why is she sitting in the middle of all these men?'
Martha retracted her foot, which had been about to leave. She raised her hand and rubbed her eyes hard. When she was absolutely sure, she was truly shocked.
Martha wondered why Angela was so vibrant and alluring in a place like a bar.
Each of the male models surrounding her was tall and handsome.
Martha raised her slender eyebrows exaggeratedly, a playful smile on her lips.
"Well, well, Angela, are you planning to hold a small-scale beauty pageant here and feast our eyes?" she teased.
Angela chuckled softly, swirling the wine in her glass. The liquid rippled, echoing the decisiveness in her heart. "We all need to let loose sometimes, don't we? Come on, join me. From now on, we're both women with eight male models at our beck and call."
Angela casually picked up a crystal-clear cocktail from the table and shook it gently. The ice clinked against the glass, a sound as crisp as her current resolve.
Knowing that Angela had something on her mind, Martha didn't pry. True friends never rubbed salt in fresh wounds.
They exchanged a knowing smile and clinked their glasses together. The several well-built, handsome male models surrounded them, pouring drinks and chatting softly, attracting the attention of the surrounding guests.
Just as everyone's attention was drawn to this unique group, a man in a suit passed by. It was Emanuel Stanton, Bradley's friend.
Emanuel was surprised to recognize Angela in the crowd. Seeing this scene, he couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. He quickly took out his phone, typed a few lines, and sent them to Bradley.
Emanuel thought, 'Since when did Angela become so...passionate and unrestrained?'
On the other side, Bradley was in Jessica's ward, comforting her after her anxiety over his brief absence.
His phone vibrated. The screen displayed Emanuel's message: Bro, come to 'Night Hues' bar quickly. I think I saw your wife.
Bradley couldn't help but think of Angela, whom he had seen at the hospital today. Even in her loose white coat, she exuded a certain charm.
He felt a sudden surge of heat, a fire igniting in his lower abdomen.
Bradley thought, 'She went to a bar? Is she heading to the bar now to find someone new? Is she really that eager?'
"There's still some unfinished business at the company. I'll be back later."
Jessica noticed Bradley's unnatural demeanor. Her hand under the blanket tightened slightly, and a flicker of suspicion and a hint of moisture appeared in her eyes.
Jessica thought, 'Is it really work? He seems a little too tense.'
Although she thought this, Jessica still smiled, maintaining her understanding facade. "I know, you go ahead. I'm fine here by myself."
Bradley gave a few brief instructions and left in a hurry.
Even he didn't know what caused this sudden panic and agitation.
As soon as he stepped into the bar, the noisy environment made Bradley frown slightly. However, in the next second, his gaze fixed on a corner.
There, Angela was surrounded by male models, a radiant smile on her face that he hadn't seen in a long time.
"Angela, what are you doing?" The grimness on Bradley's face could no longer be contained as he walked towards them, his voice extremely suppressed.
They weren't officially divorced yet, and she was sitting here, bearing the title of Mrs. Harrison. Bradley thought, 'Is she deliberately trying to humiliate me?'.
Angela's slightly intoxicated gaze met his, a faint smile playing on her lips, as if it were the best answer to his question.
"Mr. Harrison, how I choose to relax is my freedom. It doesn't seem to have anything to do with you, does it?" Her words carried a hint of provocation.
Seeing this, Emanuel tactfully retreated to the side, leaving space for the two of them.
The deafening music didn't seem to be able to ease the tension between them. They stood and sat, locked in a silent battle of wills, neither willing to back down.
"Is this what you call your new life after divorce?"
"Perhaps. At least I'm living more freely than before."
Angela tilted her head slightly, avoiding Bradley's scrutinizing gaze. "Mr. Harrison, since we're already separated, I hope you can also find someone who truly makes you happy. Also, if you have nothing else to do, please leave. Don't disturb us."
Bradley was taken aback; Angela would have never spoken to him like this before!
He gazed at Angela's cold, haughty face, and it felt as if something within him was shattering, layer by layer.
Memories flooded back to him: the nights he left in the dead of the night, when Angela would tug at his sleeve, her eyes filled with desperate pleas for him not to go.
But where had that gentle woman gone?
Angela shot him a disdainful glance before turning to laugh with the man beside her, completely ignoring Bradley.
He stood frozen in place, staring at Angela, his expression darkening. It was as if his desire to possess her was about to explode at any moment.
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