Love is Like Strong Wine, Sealing the Throat

Everyone in New York knew that John had a mistress in the entertainment industry.

Someone teased him. "She's just an actress."

He smiled and didn't take it to heart.

But who would have thought that the girl would hurt him and fly into someone else's arms?

When I received the news to pick up John, I had just finished the scene of falling into the water.

I changed my clothes in a hurry and rushed to the club.

When I arrived, I hadn't even dried my hair. Before I could push the door open, I heard a teasing voice coming from inside.

"Mr. Farrell, why hasn't your mistress come yet? Didn't you say that she could be called over by a message?"

Someone next to him chimed in, "Yuki is a big star after all. She's always surrounded by people when she goes out. How could she come here so easily?"

The man glanced at John and saw that he was still smiling without saying anything, so he continued.

"Aren't all female celebrities eager to meet Mr. Farrell?"

"Wasn’t that the star who acted in the fairy drama some time ago..."

"I saw it in the club..."

The men laughed knowingly. I suppressed the discomfort and pushed the door open.

Everyone turned to look at me, and I looked straight at John.

He was surrounded by girls who didn't move away when they saw me.

On the contrary, they squeezed into his arms more wantonly and looked at me.

The woman said, "I am familiar with your name, but I didn't expect you to be the superstar. I watched your TV series some time ago!"

I walked to the sofa in my high heels and motioned for the woman to move aside.

The woman glanced at John. Seeing that he had no reaction, she became more and more bold.

"No way. First come first served."

"Besides, Mr. Farrell hasn't said anything yet. We don't dare to move."

She straightened her back, showing me John’s hand on her waist.

"John, did you call me here to let me see this?"

I crossed my arms in front of my chest. My pride had forced me to endure to the extreme.

The people in the private room had been looking at me since I came in. After a brief moment of surprise, they seemed to be looking at an object.

Their gaze was full of curiosity, contempt, and even deep meaning.

Their stares were so blunt as to be offensive.

John finally moved. Without looking at me, he reached out and picked up a bottle of wine from the table.

There was only the sound of wine being poured in the room. The woman next to him took the glass and leaned against him.

"Mr. Farrell, let me propose a toast to you."

She tried to seduce the man in front of her in a delicate tone.

John curled his lips and moved closer.

There was a burst of laughter in the private room. Someone stood up, walked up to me, and patted me.

"Miss White, she is sensible."

A familiar voice. I dodged his hand and frowned.

The man's face darkened. As if he was worried about something, he glanced at John. When he saw that John didn't look over, he became bolder.

"You're just an actress. Don't pretend to be lofty!"

His voice was not low, and everyone around could hear it.

John, however, did not turn his head. He was at ease with his women.

I was so angry that I laughed. The man thought that I had surrendered and was about to reach out his hand.

Slap!

I slapped him in the face.

This slap not only broke the bustle in the private room but also shattered my last hope.