Chapter 305: Chapter 305: Is He Qualified?
In the previous life, she was so fond of Warren Prescott; he must have felt a lot of pressure, right?
Perhaps the mistakes of the past life weren’t solely Warren Prescott’s; she was at fault as well.
Loving someone who doesn’t love you back can also cause trouble for that person.
She felt she gave so much to Warren Prescott, only to receive nothing in return, ending up with such a fate.
But she never considered whether Warren needed her sacrifices?
The answer was obvious.
He didn’t need them.
So, what right did she have to blame Warren Prescott?
If you love someone, must the person you love have to love you back?
How is that any different from being a robber?
As Ashley Shaw’s thoughts drifted away, the beeping of her phone abruptly stopped.
Ashley’s heart stopped for a second and then began beating faster.
"Hello? Ashley?"
The voice on the other end was slightly hoarse, belonging to Cillian.
Ashley instinctively glanced at Ivy Bond.
Only to see Ivy’s beautiful face suddenly fall, staring coldly at the phone screen.
Ashley’s heart leapt into her throat, and before Ivy could speak, she said to the phone, "Cillian Xavier, did you just wake up?"
Cillian was slightly taken aback.
It had been a long time since she called him "Cillian Xavier."
What had happened?
Cillian sensed something was off.
After a brief silence, he followed Ashley’s tone and politely said, "Sorry, I drank too much with them yesterday and just woke up. Is there something you need?"
The tone wasn’t overly distant, but there was no intimacy either.
Ashley noticed from the corner of her eye that Ivy’s expression had improved.
She said, "It’s like this, I happened to run into Miss Raines at the hospital, she couldn’t reach you and was almost crying, so I thought I’d help call and check in."
Ivy gave her a ’good that you know your place’ look.
On the other end of the phone, a layer of frost formed in Cillian’s eyes.
But he wasn’t by Ashley’s side and didn’t know the specific situation, so he dared not act rashly or show any concern.
He simply said, "Tell her not to worry about me, I’ll call her back in a bit."
Ashley agreed and, with a glance, saw Ivy mouthing for her to ask a question.
She had no choice but to continue asking, "Are you okay? Are you at home now?"
— That was what Ivy mouthed for her to ask.
Cillian looked around his surroundings.
A nameless alley.
He drew a self-deprecating smile but said, "Yes, at home. I’ll take a shower and head to the hospital. Do you have anything else?"
Ashley looked at Ivy.
Ivy gently shook her head, so Ashley said, "Nothing else, keep busy, I’ll hang up now."
Cillian wanted to inquire about Ashley’s situation, but ultimately held back.
Ivy Bond seemed docile, but she was actually a madwoman at heart.
He didn’t dare to say another word, he simply replied, "Alright."
Then he ended the call first.
By chance, a cleaner walked by the alley where he was.
Seeing Cillian, well-dressed but sitting on the ground in disarray, the cleaner couldn’t help but approach and ask, "Young man, are you alright?"
"Thank you, I’m fine, just drank too much last night."
The cleaner nodded; this area was full of pubs, so there were many people who drank too much and many who picked them up as well.
The cleaner kindly reminded Cillian, "You’d better check and see if you lost anything. There are many people who purposely hang around here searching the wallets of drunk people."
Cillian thanked him again, and only then did the cleaner turn to leave.
He supported himself with one hand against the wall and stood up from the ground.
As he stood, it felt like his scalp was splitting, and his head hurt as if it were tearing apart.
He closed his eyes to steady himself, then started walking out.
Outside the alley, the lighting was strong, and cars were passing by.
This was a bar street; most shops only opened in the afternoon, so it appeared especially desolate at this moment.
Cillian shielded his eyes, glancing at the sky, noting that by the direction of the sun, it was already afternoon.
After leaving The Queen’s Bar last night, he intended to go home but was too agitated, so he came here directly, found a quiet bar, and drank.
He drank until the place closed.
He remembered how he paid his bill but didn’t recall what happened after he left.
It seems he drank too much and passed out in this alley.
Probably due to the alley being the backdoor of two bars, and the surveillance cameras at the backdoor, he escaped being pickpocketed by the cleaners mentioned.
Cillian hailed a cab, opened the door, and got inside.
"Where to?" the driver asked.
Cillian instinctively began to say his home address but changed his mind.
"To the nearest star-rated hotel."
"Alright, off we go," the driver was from Aethelgard, speaking with a local accent.
Drivers in Aethelgard liked to chat with passengers, he took a glance at the rearview mirror and joked, "You’ve been dumped, right? Drowning your sorrows here and ended up sleeping until now?"
Cillian wasn’t one to chat with drivers, but he couldn’t help looking up in surprise at the words.
Though he didn’t speak, his face said, "How did you know?"
The driver caught Cillian’s expression in the rearview mirror and laughed, "I usually drive around this area, encountering at least fifty heartbroken people like you, if not a hundred."
Cillian smiled faintly, unsure how to respond.
But the driver was someone who could keep talking without a response.
"But seeing someone as handsome and sophisticated as you drinking to forget, that’s a first."
"I’m really curious, how could someone as excellent as you be rejected by a woman?"
"The woman who dumped you must be incredibly beautiful and outstanding, right?"
Cillian chuckled softly and said, "You just met me today; how do you know I’m exceptional? I’m just... an ordinary guy."
"Young man, I’m telling you, no matter the industry, if there’s anyone who has met a lot of people and has a keen eye, it’s us taxi drivers. From the moment you got in the cab, I’ve known you’re from a wealthy family."
Cillian: "..." He was slightly choked and said nothing.
The taxi driver asked proudly, "Did I get it right again?"
Cillian shrugged, noncommittal.
But he soon said, "The person I like is indeed beautiful. But she didn’t dump me; I don’t even have the right to be dumped."
The taxi driver quickly caught on to what he meant.
"So you mean, you didn’t get dumped, you’re just heartbroken because you failed to win her affection?"
Cillian said, "Something like that."
The driver suddenly asked, "Is she married?"
"No..."
The driver immediately clicked his tongue twice and said, "Then why drown in alcohol? Instead, why not think of ways to keep pursuing?"
Cillian’s gaze blurred for a moment.
Continue... pursuing?
Does he still have the right?