Her Heart Her Terms (Lily and Xavier) novel Chapter 329

"Damn it," Maryanne suddenly appeared out of nowhere, hooking her arm around Lily's shoulder and pulling her into the bar.

"Why do I keep running into them everywhere? You just got divorced today, and now he's walking around flaunting his relationship with Sarah, strutting down the street like it's nothing. It's ridiculous!"

As they spoke, they entered the bar. The deafening beat of the DJ's mixes overwhelmed Lily's senses, drowning out the sorrow that had been weighing on her heart.

She let Maryanne guide her to a private room and opened the door.

Inside, Terence was sorting through a pile of strong liquor on the table, picking out a drink with a lower alcohol content that might be more suitable for women.

He glanced up when he heard the door, offering a faint smile. "Just in time. The drinks are ready. Drink to your heart's content."

"Not the right time."

Maryanne slammed the door shut, cutting off the noise from outside, and stomped her foot in frustration.

"I ran into that douche and Sarah. The media's asking them when they're having their wedding. If they really go through with it, I swear I'll crash it!"

Terence's smile faltered at her words. His gaze shifted to Lily, and after a moment, the smile completely faded, replaced by a complex expression.

"From now on, their matters have nothing to do with me. We're here to drink, so don't waste your energy on them."

Lily casually picked up a bottle of wine that Terence had chosen. The pinkish-purple liquid inside bubbled enticingly. "This one looks like the bottle you bought last time, Terence. It's pretty."

Maryanne leaned in to take a look. "You just like the sparkly ones, but they're not all that great to drink! This one, trust me, is good."

She handed Lily a bottle of a grayish-brown cocktail, highly recommending it.

"Alright. I'll try it," Lily said, accepting the bottle and pouring some into a glass. After a sip, she nodded in approval. "Not bad. It's pretty good."

She sat on the couch, her long hair cascading over her cheek. She took a sip of her drink, wiped her lips, and for a moment, her eyes looked red-rimmed—whether from the alcohol or something else, it was hard to tell.

"Lily, tell me, what kind of guy do you want?" Maryanne leaned in and raised her fingers as if counting off the qualities. "Height? Weight? Looks? Or are you more into wealth?"

Lily finished the bottle of alcohol. Her body slowly warmed, and she removed her down jacket, finally focusing on what Maryanne was saying.

"I don't want anyone. I want to be alone."

Maryanne fell silent for a moment before shaking her head firmly. "No, people who think they can forget by waiting for time to heal are wrong. Avoiding it won't work! Finding someone new is more effective than your method!"

Terence sat in the corner of the couch, the dim light casting shadows over his face as he clutched a bottle of strong vodka.

He lowered his gaze, no longer looking at Lily. But with every word she spoke, his brows furrowed just a little more.