It was late and well past dinner time in Pittsbrew, yet there was still no sign of Nadine or Sean. Brad stood alone outside the hotel entrance, leaning against his car door, with cigarette butts scattered at his feet.
Earlier that afternoon, Nadine had gotten into Sebastian's car with Sean. Hours had passed, and they still hadn't returned. He wasn't worried about anything happening between Nadine and Sebastian, especially with Sean there. But his heart felt hollow and restless, as if something vital to his survival was missing.
He couldn't stop thinking about Nadine. His thoughts were consumed by her. He wasn't expecting much, just a simple gesture from her—a text message, perhaps, or even a phone call.
But alas, he had waited from dawn to dusk and now well into the night, with no word from her. He hadn't even caught a glimpse of her or Sean since the afternoon.
That feeling gnawed at him. He couldn't stop thinking about Nadine, and the uncertainty was driving him wild. He felt as if his heart was being dipped in ice-cold water, then suddenly thrust into flame. It was unbearable.
As time dragged on, his patience wore thin. Frustrated, he lit a cigarette and called Alex. "Help me out here!"
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Meanwhile, Alex was lounging with two scantily clad women, one on each arm. If it weren't for their bras, their breasts would have spilled out.
Women in their line of work were sharp and perceptive. They knew that this man had to be rich and powerful, someone worth latching onto for a lifetime of comfort.
He was so worked up that he could feel blisters forming on his gums. Even the slightest touch made them throb with sharp pain, adding to the unease already gnawing at his mind.
"Alex, if you're going to laugh at my expense, don't blame me for cutting you off." His situation was beyond frustrating, yet Alex still wanted to make fun of him. This wasn't what friendship was supposed to be like.
Alex could tell from Brad's tone that he was furious. He stopped joking around, wiped the smile off his face, and put on a solemn expression.
"Alright, alright. What's going on? If you don't tell me, how am I supposed to know what happened and give you advice? But if this is about Nadine pissing you off again, I'd suggest you leave her alone. After all, you two are divorced."
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