Chapter 937 First Time At A Bar


    Isbeling someone as being a good match for wearing silk stockings viewed as apliment?


    Nevertheless, Amelia refrained from engaging in debates with Donald about such matters. She


    addressed him, saying, “Mr. Campbell, are we ready to depart now?”


    “Sure. I''ll hail a taxi.”


    The nightlife scene tends to be more forgiving for men.


    Typically, women leaned toward dressing with intricate care, while for men, avoiding a disheveled


    appearance was generally sufficient.


    Donald hailed a taxi and went straight to the entrance of the nightclub.


    Having gained insight from his previous encounter of being halted at the entrance, Donald this time


    extracted the cash he had readied beforehand to cover the entrance fee. He proceeded to walk


    directly in, apanied by Amelia.


    “Is this your first time here?”


    Previously, upon observing Amelia''s attire, Donald had assumed that she was a regr at bars.


    However, as he observed Amelia''s bashful and anxious demeanor, she appeared entirely akin to a


    well-behaved girl who had never set foot in a bar before.


    Amelia huffed, “What''s so fun about this ce anyway? Is it strange that I''ve never been here


    before?”


    “Hahaha, not at all strange. Just stay by my sideter on, and don''t let anyone whisk you away,”


    said the man.


    The bar buzzed with people, a throng that seemed almost overwhelmingly crowded.


    It wasn''t that the venuecked space, but these men and women appeared to relish pressing close,


    taking advantage of each other. It was as if they believed that only through such physical


    connections could they genuinely embrace a youth devoid of regrets.


    With one hand firmly holding onto Amelia, Donald skillfully paved the way through the bustling


    crowd ahead.


    Amidst this, numerous men couldn''t help but notice Amelia''s striking beauty and contemted


    capitalizing on the congested environment to approach her.


    Unfortunately for them, Donald seemed to have eyes in the back of his head. Every time these men


    approached Amelia, he seemed to intervene just in the nick of time, thwarting their advances.


    As a professional woman in the corporate world, Amelia couldn''t help but feel a certain unease in


    such a setting.


    However, witnessing Donald''s protective actions stirred something within her, and her heart


    suddenly raced. Whether it was due to the booming music in the bar or some other cause remained


    uncertain.


    After the two settled into a booth, it didn''t take long before a waiter came over, asking what they


    would like to drink.


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    “Two sses of milk,” said Donald.


    The waiter hesitated briefly, caught off guard. “Sir, are you sure you want two sses of milk?”


    Donald cast a nce at him and inquired, “Is it that you don''t offer milk in your bar?”


    “Of course, we do. Please wait a moment.”


    Having served as a waiter at the bar for a considerable duration, he had encountered a diverse


    array of patrons.


    Consequently, when confronted with Donald''s milk request, the waiter merely grumbled inwardly,


    though he was obliged to fulfill Donald''s order nheless.


    Amelia never quite enjoyed such a noisy environment and found herself struggling to immerse


    herself in the vibrant atmosphere.


    She knit her brows and addressed Donald, “Mr. Campbell, do you truly believe that we can settle


    the United Hearts Society matter by simply ordering two sses of milk in this ce?”


    Donald replied with a smile, “Perhaps not immediately, but it''ll work in a little while.”


    “It''ll work in a little while?”


    As Amelia was lost in confusion, she found herself approached by a man donning a gold chain and


    holding a ss of wine, his smile wide.


    “Hello there, lovelydy. Your beauty hasn''t gone unnoticed by me, even after spending quite a


    while in this ce. You''re the first to truly capture my attention. Care to join me for a drink,


    sweetheart?”


    Observing the abrupt arrival of this man, Amelia wasn''t just repulsed; she felt a sense of unease


    creep over her.


    At a nce, it was evident that this middle-aged man wasn''t exactly a saint. What stood out most


    about him was the brazen exhibition of his own desires, as though any utterance from him


    necessitated acquiescence.


    “I don''t know you.”


    “Isn''t it by sharing a drink that we be familiar? Youngdy, I''m Emmett Speight. What might


    your name be?”


    As Emmett continued speaking, he prepared to make a pass on Amelia.


    It was then Donald made his move.