Love After a Steamy Affair

Chapter 157: John Isn’t the Only One

Translator: End less Fantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Your way of thanking people is really special.” She smiled coldly, too lazy to guess whether he was telling the truth or not. Then, she suddenly raised her voice. “Stop the car!”

Caleb glanced at Gabriel through the rearview mirror and stopped the car by the roadside.

Serenity opened the car door and got out of the car. Gabriel got out too and grabbed her by the wrist. His cold and tough side profile looked especially prominent under the dim yellow street lights. “What’s wrong?”

She glanced at him indifferently and revealed a sarcastic smile. “What does my madness have to do with you?!”

Gabriel knew that she was in a bad mood, so he softened his tone. “Get in the car. I’ll send you home.”

She broke free from his grip and took a deep breath. Her violently heaving chest gradually calmed down. “I’ll take a taxi back myself.”

Gabriel grew angry at her ungrateful attitude. He raised his left hand and his right index finger tapped on the expensive watch. “Look at the time. Have you had enough?”

“No one asked you to waste time with a crazy woman like me.”

Why was she being so unreasonable? A layer of black mist floated in his deep eyes as he coldly said, “Then continue to be crazy here!”

With that, he strode over to the Maybach and got into the car. He said to Caleb, “Drive.”

Caleb took one last glance at Serenity and noticed that her eyes were red. Although he couldn’t bear to, he still drove the car and left.

While waiting for the traffic light at the intersection, a phone rang loudly against the silently cold atmosphere in the car. Caleb looked behind him through the rearview mirror. This ringtone was unfamiliar. It was not his, nor was it Gabriel’s.

Gabriel glanced at the bright white phone beside him. A string of unfamiliar numbers flashed on the screen. The ringtone rang for nearly a minute before it stopped. After about thirty seconds, it rang again.

The caller was very persistent – in just a few minutes, there were five or six missed calls.

It was already eleven o’clock at night so there were few pedestrians on the street and not many cars. The quiet night felt as cool as water.

Serenity sat dispiritedly on the steps of the sidewalk and buried her head in her knees, sobbing.

She had thought that she had successfully buried the love of her youth deep in her heart, only for it to be mercilessly dug up by John’s irrelevant question.

The past felt like a tumor in her bone marrow. Every time she thought about it, it would hurt her heart and lungs.

Robin once said, “There is more than one John in this world. If you try to forget him, you will find that there are better people worthy of your love. He is just a passing romance in your youth. After that, he will disappear and fade away.”

But no matter how ‘Johns’ there were out there, the first John had left a deep scar in her youth that she could never forget in this lifetime.

Otherwise, she wouldn’t have been half-present during her time in California – decadent, depraved, skipping classes, and drunk from hanging out in bars.

At that time, she often wondered if he would take her back as long as he saw her being so miserable..