Stop It She's Remarrying by Stellar Strands

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Chapter 1133

“I’ll go buy them for you now. Wait for me at home!” Lyn rushed out, wanting to quickly buy food for Eileen.

Meanwhile, Eileen took advantage of the dark night and changed into a set of black clothing and left.

After half an hour, she arrived at the bar where she had continuously gotten herself drunk for two days straight.

Digging out the member card Kent gave her, she went to the lounge on the second floor.

The lounge had all kinds of alcohol. As long as she drank till she was drunk, it was enough.

As she drank, she looked at the group of people who were dancing on the dance floor.

Like a madman, she raised her cup to the group of people below and said, “Cheers!”

On the opposite side, a man in dark blue pajamas laid sideways on the sofa.

One hand propped his head up while the other swirled the wine in his cup.

Light fell on his face, making him seem extremely distinguished.

Each person had a space to themselves, drinking themselves drunk deep in the night till everyone downstairs slowly

dispersed.

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Eileen stood up swaying, hiccupping, and held the door frame, planning to leave.

The man immediately threw aside his wine glass and walked out of his space, falling into line behind her.

Seeing her walk to the walkway, holding the trash can as she vomited, he held back each time he wanted to go

forward.

When she got into the elevator, he made a call.

“Follow her. You have to make sure she reaches home safely.”

“Got it, Mr. Maxwell!”

Victor sat on the ground by the wall, his heart feeling empty.

With a ding, the elevator which had just shut opened again and the girl walked out fumbling.

She shouted, “What’s this? Why didn’t it move?”

Victor immediately raised his head and met her eyes.

Eileen’s eyes widened. Holding the wall for support while swaying, she frowned as she stared at him.

“Why are you here?”

Victor sat on the ground, not wishing to get up, as he looked at her in a daze.

Fearful that she would find out that this bar belonged to him and she would no longer dare to come in future, he

said, “A friend brought me here for fun.” He smiled mockingly. “This lousy place isn’t fun at all. Even the wine is not

nice.”

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head as he stood up with the support of the wall and walked toward the

elevator.

As he passed her by, she said, “I miss Fia.”

Victor froze, unable to take a step further.

He knew how Eileen had collapsed during the first six months after Fia’s death.

He followed her every day quietly, getting people to protect her, but never dared to face her.

“I’ve been wanting to ask you something.” Eileen looked at Victor, swaying as she approached him, grabbing his

collar.

“For a very long time, I felt like someone was following me. Was it you?”

Not only was she being followed, she was also being protected. She knew it and so did Lyn.

It’s been five years since she met him in person and she suddenly wanted to ask about it.

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“No.” Victor thought of Conrad’s warning to him that Eileen was Garrett and Clarice’s daughter.

“Alright.” Eileen did not appear disappointed, and her tone was indifferent too.

Victor clenched his fist, fearful of his own impulses.

Eileen did not look at him again. She turned around and walked into the elevator still wobbling. She took out a mask

and sunglasses from her pocket and hid her face.

Victor saw her leaning against the elevator a little unsteadily and he could not help but walk in

as well.

“Don’t drink so much. It will hurt your mind.” He could not help but say.

“Haha.” Eileen laughed while leaning on the wall of the elevator. “Mr. Maxwell, did you hurt your mind?”

Victor was speechless.

Eileen took a deep breath, easing her uncomfortable tummy.

“You’ve been married for quite a number of years. Why do you not have any children?”

She asked a little maliciously.

He made her abort their child. When she was feeling vile, she would wish for him to never have any descendants.

Victor looked at her without saying a word. Five years ago, he had wanted to divorce his wife, but Conrad’s mother

used Conrad to threaten him and he could only let things be.

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