She furiously wiped her mouth over and over. Once her composure returned, she sought out Stella and Roy.
Stella was the first to sense something amiss. In a concerned whisper, she asked, “You were in the restroom for quite a while, Miley. Is everything alright?”
Hesitating, Miley replied, “I…I’m having some discomfort because of my period.”
She glanced at Roy and offered a feeble smile. “I’m not feeling great. I don’t think I can join for horse riding. I’d like to go back and rest.”
Roy, ever the gentleman, nodded with a warm, understanding smile. “Of course, your health comes first. Let me take you back.”
Without further ado, the trio settled their bill and prepared to leave. As fate would have it, they bumped into Neville emerging from the restroom.
Unflinchingly, Miley looped her arm through Roy’s, their laughter and chatter echoing as they exited.
Neville stood motionless, his gaze icy as he watched their retreating figures.
Only when they vanished from view did he turn away, his expression unreadable as he returned to his seat.
Susie couldn’t help but notice Neville’s split and bloodied lip, a look of concern in her eyes.
Nervously, she inquired, “What happened to your Lip?”
Neville halted, his thumb absently brushing over the injured area as he replied casually, “Oh, it’s nothing. Just accidentally bit it a moment ago.”
Although he had known Miley for a considerable time, he hadn’t anticipated her fiery temper.
Seeing that Neville was deep in thought, Susie frowned and indistinctly felt that it was not a simple bite.
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She feigned curiosity. “What a coincidence, running into your ex today. How does it make you feel seeing her?”
She wore a contented smile, as if harboring no ulterior motives.
At the mention of Miley’s name, Neville abruptly lowered his hand and retorted icily, “Don’t bring her up!”
Clearly in a foul mood, his words were sharp and unforgiving.
He motioned for the waiter to bring a bottle of wine.
Susie attempted to dissuade him, but her efforts were futile. Neville paid no heed and began drinking alone, continuing until he was thoroughly intoxicated, slumping over the table and babbling.
Watching him silently for a few moments, Susie couldn’t hold back any longer. “If you can’t forget her, you don’t have to marry me.”
Propping himself up on the table and lifting his head, Neville straightened his neck, and exclaimed, “I’ve already forgotten her!
I’m going to marry you, damn it! I will marry you…”
As if he was convincing himself, he struggled to erase the hazy figure from his mind.