Chapter 887

Dorothy grabbed the phone with a sense of dread. Her mind seemed to freeze over. The number on

the screen belonged to no one but Everett.

"What... what did I say?" she stammered.

"You kinda slurred that you'd had one too many, and asked him to pick you up!" the young man

reminded her.

Dorothy's fingertips twitched, "And then?"

"And then?" he paused, looking puzzled. "That's it. He didn't say anything else, and you just handed

the phone back to me."

"He... didn't try to contact you again?"

He shook his head, "Nope."

"Okay."

So, he really didn't want anything to do with her anymore.

But that wasn't surprising.

Everett was also a man with pride.

But suddenly, Dorothy found the whole drunken episode rather comical, yet utterly pathetic. She

had insisted on reaching out to Everett; she had to use someone else's phone even when her

number was blocked! Nevertheless, he had clearly shown enough signs of wanting to keep his

distance!

What if Everett had already moved on and found someone new? Was she unintentionally messing

up his love life?

"You still hung up on your ex-boyfriend?" the young man inquired, observing the myriad of

expressions crossing Dorothy's face and also finding himself somewhat intrigued by this man who

had won her heart.

"He's not my ex-boyfriend."

As soon as Dorothy spoke, the young man looked taken aback.

"So you two are..."

"He's my ex-husband," she said with a forced smile. "So, little boy, don't waste your time on me. Go

find someone your own age to hang out with!"

The man was left speechless.

Dorothy deleted Everett's number from the phone and handed it back, "Thanks for letting me borrow

your phone last night. Goodbye."

With those final words, she turned and walked away without the slightest hesitation.

The man wasn't ready to give up so easily. He felt that bumping into her again today had to mean

something. The least he could do was ask for her WhatsApp.

"Hey! Miss—" He started to follow her, but suddenly a sleek black car pulled up, cutting him off and

widening the gap between him and Dorothy.

By the time the light turned green, Dorothy had already vanished from sight.

"Hey! Do you even know how to drive?" he snapped, frustrated. "The light was green, and you just

sat there?"

His annoyance froze on his face as the window of the black car rolled down, revealing the driver.

"You, you're Ever—"

The man in the car gave him a cold glance, his thin lips barely moving as he said, "She's out of your

league."

...

Dorothy decided she wouldn't be going back to that bar again to avoid the temptation of borrowing

phones. Harassing people wasn't her style.

But that didn't mean she couldn't pick up some booze to enjoy back at her apartment!

Once she locked the door and turned off her phone—no, actually, even if she left it on, it wouldn't

matter since she was already blocked—she wouldn't be able to disturb Everett again.

She was just pushing a shopping cart into the grocery store when her friend Karen called.

"Dorothy, you home yet?"

"Not yet, I'm at the store picking up a few things before I head back."

"Oh! I was wondering why you hadn't checked in."

Dorothy laughed helplessly, "You should be sleeping! You were yawning up a storm when I left.

Remember, you're pregnant."

"Don't worry, I'll head to bed as soon as I know you're safe in your apartment! Can't help worrying

about you, you know. It's not safe for a beauty like you to walk the streets alone."

"Stop it!" As they bantered, Dorothy tossed a few bottles of beer into her cart.

After a moment's thought, she also grabbed a bottle of vodka. Just in case the beer wasn't enough

to drown her sorrows, the vodka would surely give her the extra kick she needed.