Chapter 13 Wine Party


    I finally got a job, working as an order operator for a logisticspany. Although it wasn’t a well-paid


    job, it was enough for me. I hadn’t told Vince that I got the job. The logisticspany had two shifts,


    the day shift and the night shift which allowed employees to return home after 2 o’clock. I had


    negotiated with them about this, and I had told them that I would join in only if they could ept the


    fact that I wasn’t able to work on the nightshift.


    I didn’t know why their boss epted and agreed to employ me, but I did know that I couldn’t waste my


    time anymore and I had to get a job soon. Otherwise, I had to live on air.


    I had dealt with orders all day. And I got along well with my colleagues. They were all nice and were


    d to instruct me when I asked them questions.


    At 6 pm, I knocked off. I took the bus to the station and walked two hundred meters to get back to my


    apartment. When I open the door, I was startled to see that Vince was sitting in the living room.


    It was a little dark in the autumn night. However, he didn’t turn on the light. He seemed to like darkness


    which conformed to his serious and taciturn characters.


    I turned on the light, nced at him, and put my handbags down. After taking off my t shoes and


    putting them away, I asked, “What’s wrong? Why are you pressing your lips?”


    “Where did you go?” He asked in a deep voiceced with slight irritation.


    “I didn’t go anywhere.” I looked at him and answered seriously. I knew that he wanted me to behave


    myself at the apartment all the time so that he would be able to see me when he came over here.


    Vince rose from his chair and moved toward me. A sense ofpulsion pressing against me, I took a


    step back and asked again, “What the hell is wrong with you?”


    “I’ve waited for you for an hour,” Vince said as if he had suffered a lot of grievances. It’s just an hour


    and I didn’t do this on purpose. I had to work and feed myself. It''s impossible for me to wait for him 24


    hours a day.


    Of course, I wouldn’t tell him those words to his face. Considering his feelings, I yielded first, “Well,


    when I ask you to go out on a date in future, you are granted a dy of two hours as my punishment,


    double the time you waited for me, okay?”


    “You are extremely sweet today.” Vince swept his finger over my nose tenderly and I looked up at him,


    a small smile broke out on my face.


    “I am always sweet, and you just knew it?” When I finished, I immediately noticed that something


    strange was shimmering in his eyes.


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    “I’ll make sure of that myself after tasting.” He said and kissed me. His lips pressed hard onto mine and


    sucked. Slowly, he released me and sighed contentedly, “Well, indeed sweet.”


    I rolled my eyes at him, thinking that he should be so humorous.


    “Nance, go and put on the dress. I want to take you out.” Vince said, pointing at a delicate gift box on


    the table. I took one look, then turned around and looked at him with a confused look.


    “Where are we going?”


    “To attend the wine party held for the 20th anniversary of the Ouyang Group’s establishment. I want to


    attend with you.” Hearing those words, a dark shadow fell across my face. I shook my head and


    rejected, “No.”


    “Afraid to meet Jerry?” Vince questioned.


    He was right. I’ve slowly taken him out of my heart and tried to forget him since I left him so many days


    ago. Time almost healed all my sorrows. I must be a fool to attend the party and meet him again.


    “No.” I denied it. I was not afraid. I just didn’t want to see that guy.


    “You are mypanion and I want you to be the most charming woman at the party.” Finishing his


    exaggerated statement, Vince looked at me, lips curling into a smirk, confidence shing in his eyes.


    I looked at him silently and had no idea how to reject him.


    Vince grasped my hand tenderly and picked up the dress on the table. I was tugged downstairs by him


    like this and got in his car. He had arranged a visagiste for me and even a diamond ne.


    I was dressed up beautifully. It was the first time in three years that I had been so graceful and


    fashionable.


    I looked at myself in the mirror. The string course of the high-waist, light purple fishtail dress perfectly


    graced my posture, the long thick hair hanging down the shoulders. Besides, the fairplexion and


    fine features served as a foil to the brilliance of me.


    I had to admit that I should be so radiant.


    When I was in a trance, tworge hands crossed my waist from behind, folding together in front of my


    abdomen. Vince wrapped me and tapped my shoulder tenderly with his lips, looking at himself and me


    in the standard mirror.


    “You’re perfectly beautiful,” Vince praised in a low voice.


    Looking at him in the mirror, I smiled. Women indeed loved men’spliments, and Vince knew


    women’s hearts well.