Free Web NovelChapter 1199: Chapter 1199: I Just Like Him
The lights in the bar are so vivid they’re almost dizzying.
Summer Sutton actually doesn’t really like this kind of environment. To her, it’s too noisy and chaotic.
Not wanting to linger here any longer, she quickened her pace.
She thought Iris Watson called her because something happened here and there weren’t any other friends around.
To her surprise, when she arrived, she found several people sitting in the private room, all of whom Summer Sutton knew—classmates from university.
Zoe Baxter was there too, along with some classmates who had already entered the entertainment industry.
Iris was clearly drunk, slumped on the table. She lifted her hazy head and glanced at Summer Sutton, greeting her tipsily, "Hey, Summer, you finally came!"
Her eyes were already blurry, but she could still recognize Summer Sutton.
Summer glanced around the room, then looked at Iris who had merely been drinking, realizing there was nothing more to her call, and was at a loss for words.
Watt Bennet was even more frustrated.
When Summer Sutton rushed out after answering the phone earlier, he felt left behind, and now it was just for this?
At this moment, he suddenly felt anger toward Iris too.
Watt stood at the entrance, with a somewhat dark expression.
Iris, in her drunken state, couldn’t see his expression. She grabbed Summer Sutton and started chatting drunkenly, "Summer, am I pretty?"
"Pretty, my Iris is as pretty as a flower," Summer Sutton agreed cooperatively.
Unexpectedly, Iris wouldn’t let it go, "What kind of flower?"
Summer Sutton, "..."
"A foxtail flower?" Iris pressed on.
Summer Sutton was choked silent for a moment and corrected her, "A rainbow pansy."
Cheerful, radiant, and unique.
These words weren’t just compliments, but fit Iris’s personality well.
Iris was satisfied with her words, her petite face glowed with a bright smile.
But quickly, as if reminded of something, her smile froze.
"But, he doesn’t like me..." She seemed to touch upon a sensitive spot, muttering to herself, "He doesn’t like me, he hasn’t really looked at me..."
As she spoke, she began to cry.
Her sobbing started off small, gradually growing louder as her emotions burst, loud enough to be heard several rooms away.
Watt Bennet had never seen women like this before; the scene appeared to him like a banshee’s wail.
The nerves in his forehead throbbed intensely, and his expression was beyond grim.
Initially, when Summer Sutton left him to come here, his face had turned dark enough, but he hadn’t expected his ears to suffer such torment.
Watt simply couldn’t stand this kind of noise, his anger growing fiercely.
He turned to shout at Iris, but was silenced by a glare from Summer Sutton.
Under her glare, Watt swallowed all he had intended to say, repressing his words.
Feeling a bit stifled, he adjusted his collar irritably and turned his gaze elsewhere.
Summer Sutton, on the other hand, wasn’t flustered by Iris. Instead, she gently coaxed her, "Who is he? If he doesn’t like you, then don’t like him, right? Why offer unrequited love to someone who doesn’t appreciate it? There are plenty of excellent men in this world, he’s not the only one."
Her tone sounded as if she was comforting, but what was she even saying?
Even Zoe Baxter nearby felt that she might be adding fuel to the fire.
