Chapter 157: John Isn''t the Only One


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    “Your way of thanking people is really special.” She smiled coldly, toozy to guess whether he was telling the truth or not. Then,


    she suddenly raised her voice. “Stop the car!”


    Caleb nced at Gabriel through the rearview mirror and stopped the car by the roadside.


    Serenity opened the car door and got out of the car. Gabriel got out too and grabbed her by the wrist. His cold and tough side


    profile looked especially prominent under the dim yellow street lights. “What’s wrong?”


    She nced at him indifferently and revealed a sarcastic smile. “What does my madness have to do with you?!”


    Gabriel knew that she was in a bad mood, so he softened his tone. “Get in the car. I’ll send you home.”


    She broke free from his grip and took a deep breath. Her violently heaving chest gradually calmed down. “I''ll take a taxi back


    myself.”


    Gabriel grew angry at her ungrateful attitude. He raised his left hand and his right index finger tapped on the expensive watch.


    “Look at the time. Have you had enough?”


    “No one asked you to waste time with a crazy woman like me.”


    Why was she being so unreasonable? Ayer of ck mist floated in his deep eyes as he coldly said, “Then continue to be crazy


    here!”


    With that, he strode over to the Maybach and got into the car. He said to Caleb, “Drive.”


    Caleb took onest nce at Serenity and noticed that her eyes were red. Although he couldn’t bear to, he still drove the car and


    left.


    While waiting for the traffic light at the intersection, a phone rang loudly against the silently cold atmosphere in the car. Caleb


    looked behind him through the rearview mirror. This ringtone was unfamiliar. It was not his, nor was it Gabriel''s.Content provided by N?velDrama.Org.


    Gabriel nced at the bright white phone beside him. A string of unfamiliar numbers shed on the screen. The ringtone rang for


    nearly a minute before it stopped. After about thirty seconds, it rang again.


    The caller was very persistent — in just a few minutes, there were five or six missed calls.


    It was already eleven o''clock at night so there were few pedestrians on the street and not many cars. The quiet night felt as cool


    as water.


    Serenity sat dispiritedly on the steps of the sidewalk and buried her head in her knees, sobbing.


    She had thought that she had sessfully buried the love of her youth deep in her heart, only for it to be mercilessly dug up by


    John’s irrelevant question.


    The past felt like a tumor in her bone marrow. Every time she thought about it, it would hurt her heart and lungs.


    Robin once said, “There is more than one John in this world. If you try to forget him, you will find that there are better people


    worthy of your love. He is just a passing romance in your youth. After that, he will disappear and fade away.”


    But no matter how ‘Johns’ there were out there, the first John had left a deep scar in her youth that she could never forget in this


    lifetime.


    Otherwise, she wouldn''t have been half-present during her time in California — decadent, depraved, skipping sses, and drunk


    from hanging out in bars.


    At that time, she often wondered if he would take her back as long as he saw her being so miserable..