Chapter 22: Chapter 22: Confession Failed
Even more so, someone directly asked her, "Hey, is your first time still there?"
Under the gazes of the teenagers, either entertained or mocking, Ashley Shaw calmly took out her phone.
"Hello? Control center? I want to report a disturbance. Someone is causing trouble in my store..."
Everyone’s expressions changed instantly.
The boy called "Tiger" cursed "unlucky," and left behind the mineral water he intended to buy.
The others followed suit and left as well.
Ashley Shaw didn’t forget to politely say, "Take care, come again next time."
The automatic glass door closed, and some faint cursing drifted in.
Ashley Shaw ignored it, took out the "Human Anatomy" book she had bought on her way here from her canvas bag, and started reading.
She had decided to study medicine and planned to study hard and carve out a path.
However, she didn’t have any friends studying medicine in her previous life, so she didn’t know which books to start with.
So after much consideration, she finally chose this one.
However, the book’s content was a bit obscure and difficult to understand, making her drowsy instead of absorbing it.
The convenience store was located on a bustling long street in Westcroft, with a KTV opposite.
Ashley Shaw watched the flashing sign of the KTV and slowly dozed off.
Meanwhile, after Hector Alden and the others angrily left the convenience store, they walked quite a distance to find a liquor store.
The other side handed them the cigarettes without asking.
Only then did Hector’s unpleasant expression ease a little.
"Now that’s how business should be done!"
"Tiger, you still thinking about what happened earlier?"
"Tch! One day, I’ll deal with her!" Hector said harshly, clutching the pack of cigarettes as he walked out.
The group chatted listlessly and soon returned to the KTV.
Once inside the private room, Hector’s originally arrogant demeanor seamlessly turned subservient.
"Warren, I got the cigarettes for you."
Warren Prescott was playing dice with someone, with Rosalind Lynch curiously watching the table as if it was her first time seeing a dice game.
"Six sixes."
"Reveal!"
Warren opened the dice cup, revealing exactly six sixes.
The boy across let out a sigh, resignedly picking up his glass to drink.
"Warren, you’re amazing. Can you teach me?" Rosalind’s eyes lit up.
Warren said indifferently, "Why learn something like this? Just watch."
"Oh... stingy!"
Rosalind seemed a bit disappointed, but the girl next to her laughed and said, "Rosy, Warren doesn’t want you picking up bad habits. Don’t learn, sing a song with us instead."
Her mood instantly shifted from gloomy to cloudy.
"Okay, Warren, I’ll go pick a song. You have to listen well, okay?"
"Mm."
Only then did Warren’s gaze fall on Hector, who was handing over the cigarettes.
He took one, and as he lit it, he asked unhappily, "Why did it take so long?"
Hector, who was troubled by the girl constantly threatening to call the police, immediately spilled everything that had happened.
"That damn girl refused to sell to us and was about to call the police. We had no choice but to go the long way to buy some."
"Girl?" He remembered that the night shift employees were all male before.
"Must be new. She looks young but is stubborn. Warren, why don’t you talk to the store owner to fire her?"
The group knew that all the shops on this street were owned by the Prescott Family.
No business around here failed to recognize Warren Prescott.
With just one word from Warren, they would never see that unruly girl again.
"Mm." Warren replied absentmindedly, picking up the dice cup again.
"Who’s playing this round?"
Hector immediately offered with eagerness.
"Me, I’ll play."
Undoubtedly, Hector lost as well.
He lost three rounds in a row, drinking three glasses.
Warren suddenly found it a bit boring.
He hadn’t wanted to come today, but Rosalind said she hadn’t met the friends he made later and insisted he set up this gathering.
He didn’t have many friends from high school, and apart from Cillian, most of his good friends went abroad.
But today, he didn’t know why he didn’t want to invite Cillian.
As for the people in the room, they couldn’t really be called friends, only acquaintances, but it didn’t matter.
Rosalind liked them, so he brought her along.
But suddenly, he felt irritable, with an inexplicable anger brewing within.
"I like your eyes, your eyelashes, your cold pride..."
Rosalind’s sweet voice rang out, capturing everyone’s attention.
After the song "I Like You So Much, You’ll Know," the private room erupted in whistles.
Everyone looked towards Warren, waiting for him to respond.
Rosalind inexplicably felt nervous, holding the microphone and smiling shyly.
The slender girl stood before the KTV screen like a cherry waiting to be picked.
Warren suddenly stood up.
"Rosalind, it’s getting late. I’ll take you home."
The private room fell silent instantly.
Rosalind’s smile froze on her face, unsure what to do.
"Warren..."
Warren chuckled, "If it gets too late, your mom will complain. Let’s go."
She couldn’t discern anything from Warren’s face, but instinct told her Warren was a bit upset.
Why was he upset? Was it because of the song she sang?
Could it be... he doesn’t like her?
They had grown up together, nap-time in the same bed during elementary school.
Though they were too young for romantic notions, everyone thought they were the perfect childhood sweethearts.
Suddenly, Ashley Shaw’s calm face popped into Rosalind’s mind.
Unprecedented panic took root in her heart.
Oh no, not unprecedented. This panic had appeared before when she had gone over to the Prescott Family, and Warren handed Ashley that packet of medicine.
So at that time, she lost her temper, had a few bites of food, claimed she left her phone in the car, and ran out of the neighborhood to find Ashley.
She had said some really nasty things.
Now this feeling engulfed her again, even more suffocating than before.
"Let’s go."
Warren left this sentence, stood up, and opened the KTV door.
With great effort, Rosalind maintained her smile, bidding goodbye to everyone in the room, each with different expressions.
"Sorry everyone, see you next time; my mom’s strict."
"Bye-bye!"
Everyone waved, but Rosalind clearly felt some were mocking her.
She clenched her palms, but her expression remained casually smiling as she followed Warren.
As the KTV door closed, the room filled with a buzz of discussions.
"What happened? Failed confession?"
"Shouldn’t be. I heard they were childhood sweethearts."
"Yeah, plus, Warren’s never brought any female friends to play with us before."
"Maybe her family’s really strict."
"Alright, alright, keep playing. Who has the guts to talk about Warren’s matters?"
The discussions suddenly stopped, but outside, Rosalind had clearly heard their conversation.
She felt a bit embarrassed.