Spoiled by the President novel Chapter 688

’Although the old wounds have healed, the scars remain. Even if you are willing to forgive, will your heart agree?’

‘After all those things, do you really think that two people can actually go back to how it was once before?’

Natalie sighed and stopped thinking about it. After packing up her things, she walked to Xavier’s ward.

At this time, on the other side.

Joel received an invitation from a friend to go for a drink at the bar that night.

Ever since being with Lucy, he rarely went out anymore. If he was free, he would usually stay at home or go visit Lucy at work.

They seemed very happy being in this hidden relationship, and today was the first time he was invited out after being married.

Though his friends did not know about his marriage. They thought the reason that he had not hung up with them recently was that he was busy, so they did not ask much.

Before leaving for the appointment, Joel called Lucy, who was filming with the crew, to tell her about his appointment.

Naturally, Lucy had no opinions about it.

She did not like to control others so she did not think much about it. Although Joel was once a playboy, she knew that that was not his actual nature.

Moreover, some things could not be prevented even if you want to.

Therefore, she just agreed.

When Joel arrived at the bar, it was 9:00 pm.

He only went after he had finished working and had dinner.

At that time, it was considered late for other places, but it was still early for a place like a bar.

A few tables in the hall were sat with people, and he was led to the VIP private room by the waiter. As soon as he opened the door, a blast of music hit him.

"Oh Brother, you’re finally here."

Someone greeted him immediately by patting each other’s back, and soon he joined the lively feast.

Meanwhile, in the private room next door.

Spencer was also drinking with a group of people.

The group of people was all foreigners — some were blond and green-eyed, and some were Vietnamese with big beards. They all looked rough.

Most of them had tattoos on their arms, and several of them even had scars on their faces.

They also had a rough and bold style when drinking and talking. A few of them were also smoking cigarettes.

There was so much smoke in the room that even the air became a little foggy.

These people had a very different style compared to Spencer, so inevitably his appearance looked a little abrupt.

However, observing these people’s attitude towards him, it seemed like the two parties had known each other a long time ago as there was no communication problem at all.

"Nolan!" A bearded man suddenly patted him on the shoulder and asked, "Last time you mentioned that you returned to the country to do something, how about it? Is it done?"

Spencer raised his head and glanced at him. Between them, it was obvious that Spencer looked much weaker.

Yet for some reason, with just this glance, it was obvious that he had a higher status.

The bearded man’s presence was inevitably weakened.

Spencer was smoking a cigarette, so he did not rush to answer. After he finished smoking, he stubbed the cigarette in the ashtray and said, "It's done."

At first, the bearded man saw that his expression did not look so good, so there was a little pause in his heart.

Yet seeing that he had answered, he let go a sigh of relief and laughed again.

“Then good, isn’t that a good thing? You should be happy, but why do you look so unhappy now?”

The bearded man was a foreigner and he did not speak Chinese very well, so he had trouble expressing some words.

Spencer thought of the word "good thing".

After Spencer left, he wanted to stand up, but he was held back by the person next to him.

The man shook his head silently at him. With that, he could only suppress the anger in his heart and let Spencer leave.

Spencer did not walk far. All he did was stand in the corridor outside of the private room.

The air in the private room was not good, and the air here was not much better than inside.

After all, the air in such a place filled with sensuality was usually smoky.

He held the railing with both of his hands and watched the hot girls dance on the stage below, but there was no lust in his eyes.

There was just endless indifference and hatred.

Why?

Why?

He did not understand why he was still not as important as that person to her even after he had put in so much effort and had stayed by her side for so long.

He once thought that even if she did not like him, she should still have deep feelings for him.

He did not care whether she still loved Xavier or not as that position may never be replaced. He could only blame it on his late appearance, he reckoned.

However, he could not care less. In her heart, there were other people too, besides Xavier, who were more important than him.

So in the end, what was he to her?

Spencer could not help but laugh at himself as he thought of this.

At that moment, a hot girl in revealing clothes staggered over.

She seemed drunk as she staggered when she walked.

Seeing him, her delicate face lit up.