Chapter 710 You Know Nothing About Love
On the second floor, Mya locked her bedroom from the inside.
Wrapping her arms around her knees, she was still shocked that Finnley had a fiancee. The scenes
earlier today kept shing in her mind.
Meanwhile, she also felt frustrated.
Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDra/ma.O(r)g!
She tossed her cushion away a whileter and muttered in depression, “Why do I feel so upset?”
“We’re just friends,” she reminded herself angrily, feeling much better.
After calming down, she still felt frustrated.
‘What the heck is going on with me?’ she wondered.
It’ste at night. Stars twinkled in the sky.
Finnley drove on the road aimlessly, but the night breeze blowing into his car couldn’t eliminate his
worry.
Finally, he parked in the yard of Rowan’s house.
In front of the floor-to-ceiling window of the third floor, Rowan saw the vehicle''s lights were off. Then he
recognized the car under the moonlight.
‘Finnley?’
Rowan walked downstairs.
When Finnley entered the living room, Rowan turned the corner and walked towards him.
Finnley stopped mid-step and looked up at him. Then he sat on the couch.
“What happened, dude?”
Finnley didn’t answer.
Rowan was close to Ivan but was also Finnley’s friend, one of the limited acquaintances that Finnley
had known in Arkpool City.
They didn’t meet frequently, but they knew each other well and had things inmon.
Rowan fetched a bottle of whisky and two sses from his wine cab. After filling one ss, he
passed it to Finnley.
“Thanks.” Finnley took it over.
Instead of asking him what had happened again, Rowan sat opposite him. “Care for dinner?”
“No, thanks. I had dinner,” Finnley answered gently, “May I stay in your house tonight?”
“No problem,” Rowan agreed without hesitation. “I can cure physical wounds and am a good
psychologist. Why don’t you tell me what’s eating you?”
“You are single. You can’t help me. Forget it,” Finnley chuckled and sipped the whisky.
Rowanughed. “I’m single now, but it doesn’t mean I’ve never been in love.”
Meanwhile, Finnley’s apartment, Skyhigh Apartment Complex.
Eloise wanted to smash things.
“Did he send her to the universe? Why isn’t he back?” Sitting on the sofa, she snapped, “Holly, didn’t
you tell me he wanted to deal with the problem nicely as he hadn’t kicked us out?”
Holly was busy in the kitchen and didn’t know how to answer her question.
Shortly after, she served Eloise a noodle bowl. “Lady Eloise, I only found noodles in the fridge. Please
make do with it.”
“No. I have no appetite,” Eloise refused.
Her mind was fully upied by Finnley as she had looked for him for over six months.
“If he doesn’te back tonight, I’ll stay here forever. I don’t think he’ll dump his apartment.”
Royal Nightclub.
In a high-end guest lounge, everything was costly. The light was gentle, and the air was filled with
coffee’s fragrance.
Sitting on a couch, Ivan was like a leisure emperor. "The contract must be renewed as soon as the
copyright expires. Please send your sorted files to Finnley Russell. We’ll review them ASAP.”
“Thank you, Mr. Marsh.” The client was a mid-aged gentleman. “I look forward to our cooperation in the
future.”
Ivan stood up, and the man followed suit. They shook hands to end their pleasant conversation tonight.
After checking the time on his wristwatch, the client said apologetically, “Mr. Marsh, I’m afraid I must go
now. I have another appointmentter.”
“Sure.” Ivan nodded at him kindly.
After walking him out of the guest lounge, he watched the mid-aged man leave.
Before Ivan strode forward, a door next to the room was open. He saw a familiar figure.
Immediately, he recognized her. After all, they used to work together for years.
Catherine left the private box alone. She turned the corning, held the wall, and rubbed her forehead,
feeling unwell.