Divorce Has Never Felt This Good

Chapter 123

“Rory, you are the most disgusting person I have ever seen.”

Rory recalled what Becky had said to him.

He looked at the closed door before him, his expression and mood a dark storm.

He didn’t know how long he had been standing there. It wasn’t until he heard footsteps in the corridor that he turned around and left.

Aiken was dancing with two beautiful girls at a bar when the bartender came over and pulled his sleeve. He was about to lose his temper, but the bartender raised his phone which showed that Rory was calling him. He suppressed his anger and pushed away the two women beside him.

The bartender knew that Aiken didn’t like to be disturbed. But seeing that his phone rang for a long time and that the call was from Rory, he thought it right to remind Aiken.

In the twinkling of the bar lights, the anger on Aiken’s face faded. He pulled out some money from his pocket, handed it to the bartender, and thanked him.

Although he was angry that he was disturbed while having fun, he didn’t vent it on the bartender.

The bartender thanked Aiken profusely.

Aiken answered the phone as he made his way to the sound insulation room on the second floor.

He lit a cigarette as he spoke into the phone. “It’s late. Did you want to talk to me about love or money?”

“I’m in T1. Come on up.” After that, Rory hung up.

Aiken’s eyebrows shot up. He had the feeling that there was something wrong with Rory.

It was a coincidence that Rory was also in the bar.

Aiken stubbed out the cigarette and went to T1.

T1 was on the third floor and completely soundproof. When he entered, he couldn’t hear the noise downstairs.

As a regular customer, Aiken knew where T1 was without even looking. When he arrived, he knocked on the door and said, “It’s me.” All content is © N0velDrama.Org.

He then pushed it open and walked in.

He laughed at the sight of the wine on the table. “What’s going? It isn’t like you to be drowning your sorrows in alcohol!”

Rory was an unsentimental man. Aiken had known him for years and had never known him to get drunk to drown his sorrows.

There were two bottles of wine on the table, and Rory was holding a glass in his hand. Aiken knew at one glance that there was something unpleasant on Rory’s mind.

As Rory’s friend of more than twenty years, Aiken was obviously not one to take pleasure in Rory’s misfortune.

Aiken stopped laughing and sat down beside Rory. “Tell me, who makes you so angry that you’re drinking alone?”

Rory stared coldly at Aiken for a while before he asked, “Did I hurt Becky?”

Aiken was stunned to hear this. He raised a hand, intending to touch Rory’s forehead, but Rory swatted it away.

“Let me see if you have a fever. Why else would you ask such a question?” Aiken said.

“If you don’t want to talk properly, get out!”

Aiken had to give up, seeing that Rory was getting angry. “Okay. Do you want to hear the truth?”

Rory didn’t say anything, merely looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot.

Aiken raised his hands in surrender. “To be honest, Becky made the right decision to divorce you. Do you understand me?”