Yorrick nodded, “Alright, let’s have a few drinks at night.”
Xyla had a night scene and ended the shooting around 11:30 p.m. She was exhausted because that was
the first time she felt that movies weren’t as relaxed as series.
Mindy sent her home, and once she drove off, Xyla’s phone started ringing. She was curious who was
calling her so late and when she took a look, it was… Yorrick?
Hadn’t he blocked her?
She picked up. “What can I do for you so late at night, Mr. Hathaway?” He said something that Xyla
didn’t hear and thought something had happened to him. “Hello!” “Is that Ms. Mayweather?” The
bodyguard picked up, “I’m sorry for bothering you so late. Where are you? Mr. Hathaway is drunk and
won’t leave. The bar is closing, and I’m out of ideas. Could you come to help us
please?”
Xyla pushed her hair out of her face and chuckled. “He’s drunk, and I need to help him?”
The bodyguard was out of ideas. “Mr. Hathaway insisted on calling you. I’m sure he’ll leave if you come
to talk to him.”
Xyla hesitated and scoffed., “Where are you?” The bodyguard replied, “Peace Avenue, Bar No. 38.” Xyla
drove her car straight toward Peace Avenue. When she got there, there were no more patrons there.
She walked in with her bag and high heels. Yorrick sat next to the window, his hand on his forehead.
The bodyguard, the servers, and the bar manager were there waiting. Xyla tossed her bag onto the
table. Yorrick frowned as he looked up at her.
The bodyguard walked to Xyla. “You’re here. Please, talk to him.”
“What should I say? If he doesn’t leave, just chase him out. If that doesn’t work, throw him out. Some rich
lady might see him and take him home.”
Xyla was wearing sunglasses, so the servers couldn’t see her face clearly under the dim lighting.
The bodyguard smiled awkwardly. The bar manager was in a tough spot,” Miss, could you talk to your
boyfriend and get him to leave, please? We’re trying to close.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
“He’s… your husband?” The manager was surprised.
Xyla laughed. “I’m single. I don’t have a husband.”
In the chaos. Yorrick suddenly laughed, but when they looked over, he was rubbing his temple as if what
they heard didn’t happen.
Xyla pushed her bag into the bodyguard’s arms and walked over to pull up Yorrick. “Come out.”
Yorrick leaned toward her. She was wearing high heels and almost lost her balance and fell onto the
table
along with him. Fortunately, the manager managed to grab onto them.
Xyla couldn’t help but yell, “You’re so heavy!”
The hand around her waist tightened, and his lips almost touched her ear. “Heavy?”
Xyla shuddered and pushed his head away. “Get away from me!”
She yelled at the bodyguard to come and help her. He put out his arm, but Yorrick glared at him, so he
pulled it back and smiled. “I’m sorry, but you’ll have to send Mr. Hathaway to the hotel.”
The bodyguard then escaped.
“You!” Xyla cursed angrily as she carried Yorrick. She remembered that he was the one who had sent her
back when she was drunk, so she controlled herself and gnashed her teeth. “We’re even now.”
She used a lot of energy to get him to the car.
Yorrick lay down on the back seat, but his legs were too long, and the door wouldn’t close, so Xyla
tapped him and said, “Bend your knees.”
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