Chapter 9 Bar

"You're going to the bar? I didn't know you still drank?" Stephen asked. "Do you know about Fiona's dog catching a mouse?" Marjorie asked seriously. Fiona's dog? What was that supposed to mean? "What does that have to do with me?" "So what does going to the bar have to do with you?" She sneered with a sharp sense of sarcasm. Stephen's face darkened. She was mocking him for meddling in her business. "Do you have a death wish?" Stephen could not find a suitable response, so he decided just to yell loudly. "You can just continue playing with your little lover. I don't have time for you." Carolyn, who was sitting nearby, interrupted, "Ms. Marjorie, I think you've got it all wrong. Stephen and I are just friends. He's just here to see me because I got injured yesterday. I didn't know he was with you at the time. If I did, I wouldn't have called him. Carolyn's eyes welled up with tears. Anyone who did not know what was happening would have thought that Marjorie had mistreated her. Marjorie sneered before she left, holding her best friend's hand. As they walked out of the restaurant, Meredith pouted and seemed unwilling to leave. She rolled her eyes. "Dear, I really don't want you to get hurt." Marjorie felt very uneasy. Over the past two years, Stephen and Marjorie barely interacted. Only when they visited Vicky would he pretend to be a little kind to her. She pretended that it was a form of affection, lying to herself. Yet, lies were like bubbles. They would burst eventually. It was just too painful. Their marriage needed to end! Meredith gently hugged Marjorie when she saw how low Marjoire's spirits were. "My dear, let's go have a drink. Didn't you say there are a few new handsome guys there? Let's go!" "Alright." Meredith started the car and headed home. "That's not the way to Hyatt." "My dear, how long has it been since you visited a bar? Just look at your outfit, do you think that's suitable for one?" Marjorie looked down and smiled. She was wearing a blue dress shirt. It was more suitable for the office. Marjorie changed into a black sheath dress, her delicate bosom showing. Her lips were red, and her hair was golden and curled. Her legs were covered in black stockings, followed by a pair of high heels. Next to her, Meredith went in the opposite direction. She wore a white, seductive outfit and had her hair tied into two pigtails. She had bright, glossy lips and was sure to ignite any man's protective instincts. The majority of people at the bar were either chatting over drinks or hunting for potential partners. Marjorie sat in a corner, drinking by herself as she watched her friend dancing on stage with a man. "Miss, may I buy you a drink?" Marjorie was watching with interest when a man walked over with a glass in hand, sitting down on the seat that Meredith had occupied. "I'm sorry, Sir. I'm here with someone, and this is her seat." Marjorie looked up at the man with a rather cold expression. She raised her glass slightly and said, "Also, I already have a drink. Thank you." She was already used to being a good family woman. All Marjorie could do when facing a man like that was to refuse him. Despite the rejection, he still sat down, saying, "I feel like I've seen you somewhere before." It was such a cliche way to pick up a woman. Did all men in the world think the same way? That women were easy to deceive? Marjorie frowned and said, "Sir, I believe I haven't met you before. Please leave." Marjorie was cold but stunningly beautiful. Even though she was a bit headstrong, she was caught off guard due to her lack of experience. The noisy bar was filled with temptation and desire. That night, Stephen sat in a booth downstairs, watching Marjorie, who was acting differently from how she usually did. He found it hard to tell which one was the wife he knew. Ryan, who came with him, never expected them to end up in a booth, considering they would always get a private room when they went to bars. He did not expect Stephen's eyes to be fixed on a particular area either. Ryan took a closer look and saw a beautiful woman there. "Hey, buddy, are you finally taking interest in girls?" Could he have taken an interest in that woman right there? "I have to say, your eyes sure are sharp. Of the girls here today, the one you're looking at and the girl dancing on the stage are definitely the best." Meredith, who was the one dancing on stage, was completely Ryan's type. She looked outgoing and passionate. In particular, her figure and moves when she danced were incredibly enchanting. As Ryan was getting engrossed with the view, everything suddenly, someone blocked his view. Ryan did not know what was happening when he saw Stephen walking toward the woman in black. Ryan felt the tense atmosphere. It felt like he was about to fight someone. "Stephen, don't be reckless. Everyone here is armed. Be careful." "I've never been afraid of anything." It was true that he had never been afraid, but there were all sorts of hidden dangers in a bar. There was no telling what one might encounter at any moment. Stephen walked over and threw a punch right at the man who had been bothering Marjorie, leaving the man absolutely stunned. "Stephen, what are you doing? What if you hurt him?" Stephen was already in a bad mood in the first place. When he heard his wife expressing concern for another man, especially a sleazy one like that, his anger nearly exploded. "Why? Is he your new man?" Marjorie's face went red when she heard him say that. "So what if he is? If you can find someone else, why can't I look for another man?" She knew that she should not be saying that when Stephen's temper was at its peak, but she could not stop herself. He had never been concerned for her during their two years of marriage. Yet, at that moment, his pride had probably just been wounded when he saw her being approached by another man. In their eyes, women were their private possessions, meant to be kept at home and pampered. "You'd better not provoke me." "And what if I do?" Marjorie sneered. Before she could finish her sentence, Stephen took her hand and pulled her into his arms. Then, he started to kiss her passionately. Marjorie was shocked by his sudden gesture. She had not expected to be kissed so forcefully and suddenly. Both of them had been drinking, so there was a faint taste of alcohol in their mouths. Stephen had never even looked at her properly during their two years of marriage. Every time they met, Marjorie always felt like Stephen was horrible with his words and was certainly not as forthcoming as that. Her thoughts were in complete disarray. She did not know how to reject him. In fact, she never even thought of rejecting him. Her hand started to touch the man through his thin shirt. Unsurprisingly, it was a well-toned body with defined muscles, making him incredibly tempting. In her mind, a scene emerged with them being face to face without any clothes on that large bed at home. Marjorie started breathing rapidly.