Chapter 65 Being Locked At Home
Chapter 65 Being Locked At Home
"Mr. Sampson..." Sam's face was full of anxiety, he wanted to say something for Bess, but was stopped by Sampson.
"Sam, do as I tell you. Don't worry about her, I have let her go for so many days, and she has also experienced the difficulty in this field. She will understand in the future that my choice is the best for her." Sampson sighed heavily, sat on the sofa, and gently rubbed his temples. He couldn't stop worrying about his daughter. When could she be more sensible.
The cold war between the father and the daughter was like a game, waiting to see who could hold on to the end.
Bess returned to her room and slammed the door. She lay on the bed, feeling both angry and helpless.
"Bess, you idiot! Why did you go home at this time?" Bess tapped her head with her hand, regretting to the extreme. What a fool. This content provided by N(o)velDrama].[Org.
Before she set out, she had expressed her anger at Fred. How would he think of her if she couldn't get back. "I'm not that petty! ! Bess randomly picked up the pillow on her bed and threw it to the door. No way! She must find a way to get out of here. She hadn't stayed in the bar for enough time. The band would lose their future without her help, and she was the backbone of them. And Fred. If she was not there, nobody would watch him quit smoking and drinking. Thinking of this, Bess felt that there was still a lot of burden on her shoulder.
But now Bess could only take the strategy of keeping unmoved! She could quietly leave when her father was not at home.
"Alas!" Bess made a mess on the bed, running about on her legs. Her home was even stuffier than Fred's bar! ! That's crazy! After all this trouble, she still looked down upon her father.
Fred spent the whole afternoon in the bar and didn't know where Bess was. He sat on the sofa by the window, took out a bottle of wine and was about to pour it out when he thought of Bess who had asked him to dry out yesterday. She looked very silly but cute. He chuckled and then put the bottle back. Perhaps it was better for him to listen to Bess. Fred couldn't imagine what he would do if he had to dry out.
He looked out of the window in a trance, and could not help but think about the messy things of Bess. Then Fred suddenly saw a truck outside his bar, and some people carried the things from the car into the bar.
Confused, Fred stood up and walked to the door. These people directly put things on the performance stage as if they did not see himself. Drum kit? With a confused look on his face, Fred wondered if it was Bess who was playing tricks again.
When he walked out of the bar, Fred walked up to the commander and asked in confusion, "What are you doing? "
"Are you the boss of the bar? The man eyed Fred from head to toe and then stopped the commander and looked at him.
"That's right." Fred was confused. 'Does he know me?' "What are these instruments? Did Bess get it? Where is she? " Fred made a wild guess.
"Miss Bess has gone back home, and she did ask us to bring these instruments here. Just take it as a thank you for taking care of her in these days. "The man smiled and spoke clearly.
Without understanding what the man said, Fred scratched his head. Miss? Take care? What? "Does it mean that she will never come back here?"
"Yes. These are Miss Bess's most precious instruments, I hope you can make full use of them. " After saying that, the man went to the side and ordered others to carry things.
With arms akimbo, Fred looked at the people walking back and forth in his bar, thinking that he only got few useful information now. One was that Bess would never come back, and the other was that these instruments were very expensive. The man even called her Miss Bess, so she must be the daughter of a rich family.
Did she stay here just for fun and left because she felt bored? She was not as pathetic as she said, and it might just be an excuse to let him take her in. No wonder she knew the playboys like Jack and Cary just because she reached the same level with them.
Fred walked back to the bar, and watched as those instruments were taken in, the bar returned to peace, leaving the instrument on the stage. Fred walked around the stage, sneered, and thumped the drum with his fist.
He didn't know why he was so angry. Fred thought he was fooled by Bess. The way she left here was really the same as what she did in these days. But he didn't expect her leaving without omen. Did she give him these instruments just for thanks? A young lady lived a poor civilian life, and she would return to her own castle after she had enough fun. Fred should have thought of this before!
Fred suddenly regretted agreeing her to work in his bar. But when he thought about it carefully, he found that no matter who she was, she had nothing to do with himself. He had already given up half of his heart to those unimportant things and didn't care about them at all.
"Hey, wake up. We arrive!" Yvonne pushed Jay, who had been lying in the car all the way. The two had arrived in T City.
Rubbing his sleepy eyes, Jay yawned and asked Yvonne, "Have we arrived?" It was the first time for Jay to take a long-distance vehicle. After bumping all the way, he fell asleep soon. He didn't expect that they would arrive at the destination as soon as he opened his eyes.
"Ouch, don't stretch yourself, get off the car quickly. There are only two of us left. " Yvonne held on to Jay's arm and walked towards the door. It's not easy to wake Jay up, and Yvonne felt like she was about to be killed by the driver's gaze.
Jay looked at Yvonne with a cheerful look, it was the first time that he felt so happy to be held by others. He smiled foolishly and followed Yvonne to get out of the car.
"Yvonne, where are we going now?" Jay acted like a young boy who was guided by Yvonne.
"We? We are supposed to be separated after arriving here, aren't we? " Yvonne didn't intend to bring Jay to look for Ellie. She had already felt sorry to have caused extra trouble to her, and if she got another one, the house of Ellie might not even have enough spare room for them. "Aren't you always working hard in T city for years? Don't you have anywhere to go? "