Chapter 22
That night, Jasmine wore a bold and sexy outfit. She wore a red spaghetti–strap top, shorts, and six–inch high heels, each of which highlighted her body. In contrast, Emma remained in her usual attire, which was a simple white blouse, a gray pencil skirt, and white sneakers. Their outfits were the complete opposite.
Erna stood out like a breath of fresh air in the club.
Jasmine looked at her and couldn’t help but reach out to unbutton two buttons of Emma’s blouse, revealing her slender and graceful neck. Suddenly, Jasmine’s eyes locked on her collarbone.
Emma felt nervous under her stare and instinctively asked, “What’s the matter?”
“The two moles on your collarbone are so attractive. Just looking at them makes me want to kiss them!”
Emma’s face flushed red as she raised a hand to cover her neckline. “Don’t be a pervert!”
Jasmine broke out laughing. “Emma, you’re too cute. I wonder what kind of man could possibly win you over.”
Once they settled in a booth, she waved her hand excitedly and called over the club’s most famous male dancers to dance and drink with them.
Emma leaned back against the couch, holding a glass of wine in her hand. Her expression remained indifferent as she watched the male dancers give their best performances.
It wasn’t that she was choosy. Perhaps it was because she had spent so many years pursuing Frank that she felt nothing when she saw these male dancers. In fact, she couldn’t help but inwardly scoff at them for being too average.
But Jasmine didn’t care about any of that as she was a party animal. Before long, she was having a great time with these male dancers. One of them even knelt on one knee, slipped off her high heels, and kissed her foot.
When Emma saw this, she got full–body chills.
At this moment, two male dancers sat on both of her sides and reached out to stroke her neck. However, she quickly pushed them aside.
“Don’t worry about me. Just keep her entertained.”
Jasmine looked over and asked, “Emma, are you not interested in any of these five guys?”
Emma shook her head.
“Then tell me, what kind of guy can possibly catch your eye?” Jasmine’s curiosity only grew.
Emma tried not to think of Frank after hearing that. Rather than responding, she took another sip of her drink, hoping to drown out her emotions.
Jasmine had an impressive alcohol tolerance that was better than her or Carl.
Before long, Emma’s head started to feel light, and a strong impulse raced through her chest. She abruptly placed her drink down and rose up, intending to go to the restroom. But the moment she got to her feet, the world spun around her.
A faint grin formed on her face as she muttered, “Frank, I’m not going to think about you anymore.”
Stumbling unsteadily, she made her way toward the restroom. The club’s dim lighting made it even harder to walk straight, and she nearly tripped a few times. Then, just as she turned a corner, she crashed straight into a man.
Emma’s body felt weak. The lace beneath her shirt was faintly visible, and the three of her shirt buttons were undone.
She instinctively clung to the man, trying to steady herself, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn’t stand up properly.
Gabriel Castro was dragged to the club by his friends tonight. After many rounds of drinks, he decided to leave when a woman suddenly stumbled into him.
