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But as soon as she stepped off the stool, she nearly fell. Fortunately, Clinton caught her by the waist in time, prevent- ing her from falling.
Rachelle still insisted stubbornly that she wasn’t drunk.
Seeing her like this, Claudine reminded Clinton to take good care of her.
“It’s so late, and you’ve been drinking. It’s not safe for you to drive. Let me ask a friend to take you home.”
Before Claudine could refuse, Clinton waved over the young drummer from the stage.
“Conrad. This is Rach’s friend, Claudine. Please make sure she gets home safely for me.”
The drummer looked even younger than Clinton, his youthful face making him seem like a high school student.
Claudine couldn’t help but wonder if Conrad was even of age.
Conrad, probably used to people questioning his age, smiled and said, “Don’t worry, I have a license. Absolutely safe.”
His joke eased Claudine’s tension a little.
Maybe she just didn’t have enough friends and was too wary of strangers. In fact, these young people all had good personalities, and being with them really helped her relax.
“Thank you for the trouble.”
Claudine handed her car keys to the young man named Conrad.
The two of them left the bar, one after the other.
In another week, it would be Christmas. The shops on the street were already filled with Christmas decorations, mak- ing everything look lively and festive.
Claudine gazed out the window, while Conrad beside her turned out to be quite talkative.
All the way, he chatted about funny things that happened at the bar, and talked about how, besides loving music, he also enjoyed playing tennis.
He was so enthusiastic that Claudine’s previously gloomy mood gradually lightened.
She rolled down the window, letting the cold wind blow in, and her alcohol–fogged mind slowly cleared.
Conrad quietly observed the woman sitting beside him.
The dim streetlights flickered across her face, and in the interplay of light and shadow, she looked as beautiful as a
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painting.
In the past, he couldn’t understand why Clint liked Rachelle, who was so much older than him. But just now, it felt as if a small stone had dropped into his heart.
“Ms. Hogan, do you like sports?”
Conrad asked, pretending to be casual.
In reality, only he knew that his palm gripping the steering wheel was already slightly sweaty,
Claudine turned her head, her voice calm and emotionless.
“I don’t really have any favorite sports.”
Conrad responded with an “Oh,” his eyes fixed on the road ahead, though he couldn’t help but glance at her from the corner of his eye.
This was unbelievable!
Why was his heart beating so fast?
The car was so quiet that he could even hear his own heartbeat.
In all his life, it was the first time he had ever felt nervous in front of a woman.
Claudine had no idea about any of these thoughts.
So when Conrad invited her to play tennis together next time, she agreed.
She probably really needed to spend more time with young people, at least to escape, if only briefly, from the un- pleasant realities.
She smiled and said, “Just don’t mind that I’m older and can’t keep up with you youngsters.”
Conrad turned to glance at Claudine.
“Younger people?
“I don’t think there’s much difference between us!
“I’m twenty–two this year. How about you?”
Claudine looked at the brightly lit villa ahead and replied softly.
“In a few days, it’ll be my thirtieth birthday…”
Conrad exclaimed, “Only thirty! Sis, women bloom at thirty–one, you’re at the age of a flower!
You shouldn’t say ‘you youngsters,‘ you should say ‘we youngsters!““”
Claudine was amused by him.
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It was the first time that night Conrad saw Claudine smile, and he could clearly feel that the stone in his heart had stirred up even greater ripples.
“I’m here. Thank you for tonight!”
Claudine unfastened her seatbelt.
Conrad got out of the car with her, ready to return the car keys to Claudine.
Claudine said, “It’s hard to get a taxi here at night. You drive it back, and I’ll have my driver pick it up
driver pick it up tomorrow.”
Conrad took out his phone, “Then, let me add your contact info.”
Just as Claudine was about to open her phone’s QR code, a silver Bentley flashed its blinding headlights.
Only then did Claudine notice another car parked by the roadside.
Damian pushed open the car door and walked toward them.
Claudine was a little surprised. “Why are you back?”
Damian’s gaze fell on Conrad, a look of superiority and scrutiny.
He walked up to Claudine and wrapped his large hand around her slender waist.
“The maid said you hadn’t come home so late. I was a bit worried.
Is this the driver you found?”
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