The Silent Wife

Before meeting Leroy, Jolly undoubtedly was the queen of the nightclubs.

She would always be the spotlight anyplace she was at. From dancing to DJing to drinking, there was nothing that she wasn't good at. Not even a naked person running by would be able to shift people's attention from her.

It had only been a while since Rachel lowered her head, but the dance floor had already been conquered by Jolly.

"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight will be the last night I am a bachelorette. Let's play a game. Finish all the drinks in10 minutes, and the bill is on me. Let's begin in 3, 2... 1!"

The crowd began to grow wild with the music played by the DJ and the frantic flashing of the lights. Drinks soon were served in batches to different tables. Even the dance floor was filled with men and women with beer bottles in their hands.

Looking at this lively scene, Rachel instantly felt like she had been pulled back to a year ago.

As she smilingly took a sip of alcohol while looking at a group of three dancing intimately on the dance floor from a distance, she heard a man's voice call out from behind. "Hey, beautiful! That is your friend, yeah?"

The man had to raise his voice through the deafening music for Rachel to hear him.

The other party's booth seat was back-to-back to hers across a table. Unlike Rachel's table, where she was left alone, their booth was occupied by both good-looking men and women. It was a perfect hunting ground for beautiful people.

Smiling, Rachel shouted, "Yes! She is my bestie!"

"How is she so beautiful?! Is it possible for her to not get married tomorrow?" he yelled back.

"Haha! I am afraid not, unless a typhoon strikes and they can't go out, or the Civil Affairs Bureau is closed tomorrow."

Otherwise, Jolly and Leroy were definitely getting married tomorrow.

"That was a joke. Don't mind me." The man raised his glass at her.

Rachel nodded in return, indicating that she could tell it was one.

In fact, it was easy to get along with people in nightclubs. As long as one didn't run into drunkards or perverted men with ulterior motives, making friends was, basically, a problem.

This was how life was in this era. An occasional reveling in excitement was necessary to relieve stress and worry. Visitors who come here were all looking for nothing but joy.

A wave of cheers suddenly came from the dance floor.

The trio who stuck to each other as they danced had attracted the attention of the crowd, and everyone around them was dancing to their rhythm.

Jolly then took the microphone and shouted, "Let's add another ten minutes to it. Counting down in 3, 2, 1. Everyone, we shall toast to a good time!" Hearing that, Rachel let out a resigned yet coddling smile.

She had seen Jolly having fun in nightclubs before, but she had never seen her friend as happy as she was today.

Half of the people at the next table then came to Rachel's side.

The young man leading the group asked her, "I don't think I have seen you before. Do you not come here often?

"Is this your first time here?"

"It is," Rachel answered frankly.

It was not her first time coming to this bar street.

Jolly and Rachel had immediately dropped by this street right after their return to Riverdale. Other than this so-called Internet-famous nightclub, which always had a line outside, they had already had their fun in other nightclubs.

"Nice meeting you." The man took the initiative to open a bottle of wine and clink glasses with her. "Just call me Jerry."

She raised an eyebrow at that. "You can call me Tom."

He seemed a little surprised before he smiled. "You are not the first person to say that."

"Is Tom such a common name?"

"Haha!"

Their conversation then continued to other topics.

As the two of them chatted, they didn't notice the trio who had just come in after lining up and getting stamped at the entrance of the club.

With Justin walking in front, they attracted the attention of many women.

"My God, it is so noisy in here!"

Victor had been picking his ears non stop since he stepped in as he couldn't stand the music at all. Raising his volume, he yelled at Justin, "I think there is an earthquake!"

The whole floor was shaking like crazy.

"Where are they?" Leroy's voice came from behind.

"I found them!"

Victor pointed in the direction of the dance floor, his eyes wide as he stared. "Leroy, I told you it was your wife who started this! Ria never comes to nightclubs!"

After hearing that, Leroy turned to look, only to see three women dancing close to each other. Even though he was envious, he could heave a sigh of relief as she wasn't dancing with another man. He only rolled his eyes at Victor as he retorted, "Seems to me your Gloria is the one who is going all out. It doesn't look like it is her first time in a club."

"Nonsense! Your ex-wife is dancing too. Does this mean that it isn't her first time as well?"

Among the three dancing women, the one who was dancing most fervently was Carmen.

She danced like a kindergartener would by alternating between children's dance. It was a dance style unheard of in nightclubs, but oddly enough, it was contagious.

They often deliberately teased Leroy recently about Rachel being the ex-wife because he and Carmen were considered married at one point. They had even gotten their parents' approval in Enistan. Now that he was going to marry Jolly in Riverdale, Carmen had naturally become the ex-wife.

Leroy and Jolly were open-minded regarding this matter and Carmen, too, didn't think of it as too big of a deal. After all, for a cutie like her, she was happy no matter who was getting married.

"Where is my sister?" Victor hadn't found Rachel even after looking around the dancefloor. "Why is she not there?"

"Oh, you're right," Leroy commented as he couldn't find her as well. "Where is she?"

Crossing his arms across his chest, Justin only responded calmly with a calm expression, "Rae doesn't enjoy all this. She must have been dragged here. I am sure she is at the table on the second floor." The seats on the second floor was a quiet viewing area, where people there didn't usually go to the dance floor to dance.

However, it was a slap in the face just as soon as he said that, as Victor and Leroy had already found Rachel in the booth in the middle of the first floor. The two of them glanced at each other for a while before turning to look at Justin at the same time. "Justin, you might have some sort of misunderstanding about Rachel."

Following their eyes, Justin saw Rachel in the middle of the crowd at a glance.

The booth was facing the dance floor, and there was a table full of alcohol bottles and glasses. There were both men and women there, but most of them were handsome men who were happily chatting with Rachel.

Justin's temper instantly flared at the sight of it.NôvelDrama.Org is the owner.

As much as he didn't want to admit it, there were advantages of Internet-famous stores like this; one of them was that its customers were usually handsome.

The table Rachel was at was surrounded by countless men and women, all of whom only looked better than the last person.

"Can you leave me your contact information?" The man named Jerry had been staring at Rachel the whole time as he flashed his pearly whites at her. "I will write it down."

"Sure," Rachel readily agreed while she took out her phone.

Just as she passed the phone to him, a hand reached out from above and snatched it.

She then lifted her chin, only to see a furious face. "J-Justin?"

As she was stunned for a brief moment, she almost thought that she was seeing things after she had had too much to drink.

"Who the hell are you?" Jerry frowned and looked at the person who came. "Don't jump the line. I was here first!"

Jump the line?

Justin felt his temples throbbing as the veins on the back of his hands appeared. Still, he pretended to be calm, and with a 'friendly' smile on his face, he informed, "I am her husband."