Fortunately, Jimmy didn't ask further and carefully put the pills away.
I turned my head toward the window, and suddenly, a familiar figure caught my eye.
Was that York?
He was dressed casually, with a beautiful woman with curly hair in his arms. They were chatting and laughing as they passed by our car, looking very intimate.
I was startled, thinking I must be mistaken. I rubbed my eyes and looked again, but they had already entered a nearby restaurant.
Without thinking too much, I opened the car door and chased after them.
4
But it was too late.
Pushing open the restaurant door, York was nowhere to be seen.
"This restaurant is just the entrance; the mall is huge," Jimmy caught up and reminded me.
"Did you see them?" I asked.
"My eyesight is better than yours."
I refused to give up and dragged Jimmy around the mall, but we still didn't find any sign of York.
"Scumbag!"
I punched the glass door of the mall and cursed.
Passersby looked at us with curiosity.
Jimmy, looking somewhat innocent, pulled me away.
Back home, I took out the luggage I had packed the night before, piece by piece.
I tentatively chatted with Janet about examples of cheating and mistresses...
Janet listened attentively, and at the end, she asked with concern, "Yvonne, is Jimmy giving you a hard time? If he dares to bully you, tell me, and I'll deal with him."
See? That was my sister—her own life may be a mess, but she still worried that I was mistreated.
"Not at all! Wait, he's my boss now, so there's no such thing as bullying."
Jimmy was only a few years older than me, and our families had always liked to tease us. Since I saw his mother dressing him up in a skirt, I couldn't see him as a potential romantic interest.
What should have been a heartwarming tale of childhood friends turned into something quite different in my mind.
Janet looked at me with a smile but didn't say anything.
I went to my room, opened my computer, and checked on the recent performance of the hotel, but I found an updated post from that day.
It was a photo.
The poster claimed that his sister-in-law had refused him, but his secretary was obedient and convenient for a casual fling.
The picture was of a woman in an office outfit, her wavy hair particularly striking.
The back of the woman seemed familiar, but I couldn't immediately place her.
I instinctively checked the poster's profile.