?Chapter 558:


    Lydia tensed up at the question. Lately, Jeffry had beening hometer than usual. By the time he walked through the door, she was nearly asleep. She wasn’t sure if she was just being paranoid or if there were actual signs of trouble.


    One particr day, Lydia had noticed women’s perfume on Jeffry’s clothes. She had asked him about it, to which he exined it was from a work-rted social gathering. She decided not to explore the matter any further. She hadplete faith in Jeffry, as he was never someone to lie or betray trust.


    After letting go of Elena, Lydia quickly pushed aside her brief concerns and smiled. “Everything is fine. Why are you asking this out of the blue?”


    Elena’s expression tightened slightly. She chose to trust Lydia’s words and decided not to bring up the topic again.


    “I was just curious. You’ve healed from your injury, so what’s keeping you stuck here all the time?” Elena responded.


    The lively Lydia that Elena knew was never the type to stay indoors for this long. Lydia was indeed getting restless. While she liked Jeffry, she couldn’t stand being stuck indoors.


    Without thinking, Lydia jumped up, grabbed Elena’s wrist, and pulled her to her feet. “You’re right! Let’s go out and get some drinks!” They ended up at a new bar.


    Lydia eagerly ordered a lineup of cocktails.


    Throughout the evening, the bartender threw curious nces their way. Lydia nudged Elena lightly and whispered with a grin, “I think the bartender likes you.”


    Elena chose to ignore thement.


    Persisting, Lydia teased, “Take a look at him. He’s quite handsome. He could be just your type.”


    Ever since Lydia heard that Wesley was supposedly engaged, her feelings had shifted from shipping Wesley and Elena to outright disapproval of Wesley. She no longer saw Wesley as deserving of Elena.


    Twirling her ss, Elena asked, “And what type do you think I go for?”


    With a moment’s hesitation, Lydia responded, “You usually fall for the cool, dashing types. This bartender may not be the coolest, but he’s definitely got looks. Plus, a cute guy like him—obedient and attentive—is way better than those arrogant types any day.”


    Leaning in, Lydia whispered, “And don’t let his boyish charm fool you. He could be quite the firecracker.”


    Stay connected at g?lnσν???s


    Lydia yfully winked at the bartender, who turned a shade of red when he realized he’d been caught staring at Elena.


    After some time, the bartender approached with twoplimentary drinks, offering a timid smile. “These are on me.”


    Lydia couldn’t resist a tease. “Handing out free drinks to all your customers?”


    The bartender’s ears flushed with embarrassment. Certainly not. Elena had caught his eye the moment she walked in, and these drinks were made especially for her.


    It had been a long time since Lydia had gone out simply for fun, and as she did, the weight on her spirit seemed to fade away.


    Lydia swiveled in her chair, scanning the atmosphere of the bar. Suddenly, she stiffened.


    Lydia frowned and instinctively followed a familiar figure. “Jeffry…”


    “Hey there, gorgeous, how about a drink?” A man with a smug expression blocked Lydia’s view, his eyes lingering inappropriately on her.


    Lydia felt a surge of disgust as the man casually flipped his hair with confidence.


    .


    .


    .