Chapter 147- You’re just in love with her

At this time, in Geraint's bar.

A group of people were drinking, getting tipsy and having a great time. In a corner that the lights on the big screen couldn't reach, Albert Wilson leaned back, drinking unknown strong liquor one glass after another.

For some reason, the drink that usually suited his taste felt three parts bitter and seven parts harsh today. His phone kept ringing in his pocket. He checked it and saw that it was Fredy calling, so he irritably hung up.

Why was it still Fredy? Why hadn't she called? She had only called once and sent one text, but that was it? Was this her way of trying to make up? Isn't making up supposed to involve persistence and relentless pursuit?

Jim carefully approached with a drink in hand and nudged his shoulder.

"What's wrong, boss? You don't seem to be in a good mood today?"

"Pfft—"