Chapter 12
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That midnight, when Orin arrived at the bar, he saw me sitting alone in the corner, wearing a very sexy slip dress, with exquisite makeup, and diamonds that sparkled like stars by my ears.
It was a side of me he had never seen before—cool and sexy, utterly captivating.
The music was loud, the lights were hazy, and it felt surreal.
Even among the crowd, I felt a sense of loneliness, like the moon hanging on the treetop.
This had a fatal attraction for Orin.
Orlin approached me and stared without saying a word.
I smiled at him, raising my glass: “Join me for a drink?”
He frowned: “You’ve had too much.”
I said: “I’m not drunk yet.”
He sat down beside me, took the glass from my hand, and finished the remaining wine.
I murmured: “Maybe you’re right, I’m drunk. Yes, I’m drunk.”
He still frowned: “Your date just left you here?”
I nodded.
Orlin was very angry, his slightly jealous voice rang in my ear: “He’s not reliable, and you’re dating this kind of person.”
I looked at Orlin, not speaking, just smiling.
Orlin looked at me seriously: “Leila, they don’t deserve you.”
I was a bit frustrated: “Charlie refuses to divorce me. I hired the best lawyer, but it’s useless. I want to leave him, so I found a new lover to anger him.”
Orlin looked at me: “I will help you.”
This was what I had been waiting to hear.
I stood up abruptly: “I don’t need your pity, Orlin. I will not, absolutely not, allow you to pity me.”
I shook him off and walked out recklessly, not even taking my clutch.
Orlin caught up with me, pulled me into his arms, and kissed me.
I struggled briefly, then calmed down.
Then I started to respond passionately to his kiss.
After a long time, he let go of me. I tiptoed and whispered in his ear: “Orlin, take me home.”
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