In order not to affect the normal business hour of the bar, they decorated the place first and tore the partition wall down later. There was also a slight change in the pattern.
Chloe Malanâs new song successfully captured the heart of the guests. Some of them even approached her and asked which song it was. She said that she and her partner wrote it.
Colbert smiled and said, âSister Chloe, you and Brother Summer make a cute couple.â
This made Aoba Hoyle unhappy. She wrote some songs. What was so special about it? He could paint.
There were only a few painters like him in the country, but there were a lot of people who could write bad songs like she did. Whatâs the big deal?
He hated to admit that when Chloe Malan was singing on the stage looking fierce, the mysterious aura she gave off captivated him. His heart skipped a beat.
Chloe Malan, these past two days, no one knew whether it was Alan Hoyleâs words who got under her nerve or that Olive Steele woke her up, she no longer persistently approached Aoba Hoyle. Her attitude was now cold and distant. She didnât care much about him. Wherever she wanted to go, he would drive his car toward her. Chloe Malan wouldnât refuse. She even regarded him as a full time driver.
This kind of person was called masochist. The more he was abused, he happier he would be. He would be uncomfortable if he was not abused. Aoba Hoyle belonged to this category.
Therefore, he sought comfort in constant abuse and lived happily with it. He paid more attention this way. Soon she came to power, he would come banging with a bouquet of roses.
âYouâre so unbearably vulgar.â was how she responded.
Well, he was vulgar and proud. He was a layman and had no intention of using his identity as an artist to cover it. He felt that he should always raise higher than the pretentious asses.
This evening, he had an epiphany and sent her to the bar, but didnât follow her in.
Chloe Malan thought that the man finally gave up. She breathed a sigh of relief, but at the same time, she felt loss. She was a little distracted when she sang on the stage.
People might not spot her flaw, but Summer was sharp.
In the backstage room, Colbert said, âChloe, you seem distracted.â
âReally?â she didnât feel anything expect that her heart was empty.
âWhy didnât your escort come today? Did you send him away?â Edgar laughed.
Chloe Malan picked up a wooden stick and knocked it on him, âWhy canât you speak nicely? You know I donât like that child.â
But, did she really hate him? When Alan Hoyle asked her this question, she was unable to give him a clear answer.
That child would pester her every day. He would follow her around, but now that he left, she kind of missed him.
Oh, how habit was a terrible thing.
If she really wanted to commit the cradle-robber, she was afraid that she didnât have the courage to, especially with his background. It only made her step away.
Suddenly, she was depressed, âIâm going out for some air.â
On the street in that spring night, she wore very little. She didnât feel cold in the bar wearing her thin skirt, but outside, she shivered. Outside, she couldnât help hugging herself.
âAre you waiting for me?â asked a deep voice behind her. She could feel a warm breath on her neck.
Chloe Malan was startled, âAre you a ghost or something?â
âThere is no ghost in this world, probably one in your heart.â
âYouâre a ghost.â
âYes. Iâm the ghost in your heart.â Aoba Hoyle grinned.
âBugger off.â every time she was out of words, she could only say this.
Aoba Hoyle wouldnât step away. He took a bouquet of white flowers from behind and stuffed it into her arms. Chloe Malan discovered that his arms were hidden all along.
âI ran several blocks to buy you this. Calla lilies are poisonous, but Iâm not afraid of your poison. You can poison me and Iâll be willing to die for you.â
Calla lilies were the meaning of her name.
This confession of his moved her stone cold heart. Sadly, men were fluent in this. She could hardly cherish it, âThatâs sweet. Do you think Iâm three that you can move me with those words?â
âIt doesnât matter. You will get used to it. Iâm still young. I have enough time to wait.â
Chloe Malan was a tad away of being angry. Was he saying that she was old? She threw he flowers back at him, âBugger off. This old lady is not interested in poisoning you.â
Aoba Hoyle rushed to the bar with flowers in his arms. He grinned and shouted, âDid you just admit that youâre reluctant to poison me? Youâre a grown up. Why are you so unreasonable?â
It was enough to have a nightmare once. She didnât want to repeat it twice.
The bar was vivid and vibrant. Alan Hoyle seemed to come on time. He would probably fancy a drink.
After all, he was meeting Dave Chou to settle account.