Capítulo 2: Chapter 2
Chloe swiftly poured another ten glasses, eyeing Blanche.
Blanche's demeanor turned serious.
"What's the matter? Don't want to drink?" Chloe shot a challenging glance at her.
Blanche smiled softly and said, "I've finished five glasses. There's no way I'm the only one drinking here. You're not my server; there's no need for you to keep pouring for me, don't you think?"
Chloe's expression shifted as she asked, "What do you mean?"
Blanche smiled slightly and proposed, "How about we have a drink together? If you can down five drinks, I'll take on ten. How does that sound?"
Chloe's face darkened immediately.
The classmates around them erupted in cheers and uproar.
Chloe bit her lip and slammed back five shots without hesitation.
Afterward, she provocatively challenged Blanche, "Your turn."
With a calm smile, Blanche picked up the ten glasses one by one and poured them into the trash can right in front of Chloe.
Once she was done, Chloe seethed, demanding, "Blanche, what are you up to?"
Blanche replied coolly, "Nothing at all; I just can't drink anymore. I covered the bill. I'm leaving now."
Then she turned to Ellen, who had been sitting quietly beside her, and said firmly, "Mr. Ellen, I'll be waiting for you on the top floor."
Chloe couldn't believe Blanche would dare mock her. She blocked Blanche's path, sneering, "Blanche, who do you think you are? Do you really think Ellen wants to talk to you anymore?"
Blanche shot back indifferent, "That's none of your business. Do you think he'd rather talk to you? What do you gain by targeting me?"
Chloe had indeed pursued Ellen, but he turned her down flat. With Blanche's retort, she felt her face flush with embarrassment.
Seeing Chloe at a loss for words, Blanche sidestepped her and exited the private room without a second thought.
Fuming with rage, Chloe trembled, her eyes welling up with tears, and turned to Ellen, stomping her foot, "Mr. Ellen, did you see how arrogant she—"
Ellen merely smiled slightly.
With a twinkle of amusement in his eyes, he leaned close to Chloe's ear and whispered something so brief that her face drained of color in an instant.
Ellen stood up gracefully and declared in a low voice, "Today, it's on me. Have fun."
With that, he strode away, long legs carrying him out of the room.
On the rooftop, Blanche stood on the balcony, letting the breeze sober her up.
Hearing a familiar set of footsteps, her formerly anxious mind suddenly found its calm.
If she could endure childbirth alone, all of this other drama was just a minor inconvenience.
Then Blanche turned her head.
Their eyes met. Ellen's face was cold.
He saw Blanche's lips were still smiling, and his deep eyes suddenly flashed a hint of self-mockery: "I thought you were so angry that you were going to kill yourself."
Blanche recognized the irony in his tone. After all, Blanche used to be a bit of a bully because she was loved.
But now, she has matured.
She showed a quiet smile, her voice was as cool as ever: "Everyone is middle-aged, don't make jokes about teenagers."
Ellen gave a cold snort and turned in the direction of the room.
Blanche didn't know what had offended him again. She quickened her pace and followed.
At the door Ellen suddenly stopped.
Blanche couldn't stop for a moment and ran straight into it.
His broad back gave Blanche a sore nose.
Blanche frowned, but managed to suppress her emotions.
Ellen didn't look back. Her voice was cold. "Are you sure you want to come in?"
Blanche rubbed her nose. "Or what?"
Before she could finish, Blanche felt a sudden whirl.
The next thing she knew, she was on the bed.
After a brief moment of vertigo, Blanche's eyes widened and she stared at Ellen, who was lying on top of her.
"What are you doing?" Blanche took a deep breath and began to pronounce.
Ellen's beautiful face was cold. "We have been apart so long that I have forgotten your enthusiasm. Let me feel it again today."
The word "kindness" was emphasized by Ellen.
He leaned so close that his breath hit Blanche's neck, causing her to shudder.
Blanche turned away and said, "Although we have had sex before, you have a fiancee now." You will ruin your reputation by doing so."
She felt that her performance had been perfect.
Her face was calm and her tone calm.
"I don't care. You cheated on me and slept with someone else." His tone was very cold.
Just then Blanche's cell phone rang.
And it's Jason's ringtone.
She kicked Ellen away as if it were a reflex.
Ellen, however, took the pain and pressed her shoulder.
"Why? Who called you? Your husband?" His tone was icy.
Blanche suppressed the pounding of his heart. She looked back and pretended not to care. "It's just a client call," she said.
"Answer it." The phone was still ringing, Ellen ordered succinctly.
Blanche felt a huge sense of anxiety and pressure.
No way. Ellen must have recognized that the caller was a child.
Blanche suddenly fell into his arms and hugged him around the neck.
"Aren't you going to make love to me? Let's not let this phone call ruin things for us." She breathed in his ear.
Ellen froze for a moment.
Blanche approached him and tried to kiss him.
Ellen, however, turned her head away.
His voice was tight and cold. "You're so warm. Does your husband really not mind?"
Blanche smiled and said, "I don't have a husband. That rich kid and I were just friends with benefits. How could he marry a common man like me?"
Sure enough, Ellen smelled the words, showing a slight sneer.
Blanche continued: "I've had a terrible reputation in NY City. Now you're retaliating against our family business, and my parents are disowning me and throwing me out of the house. So, Mr. Ellen, will you leave us alone?"
She said although the clouds are light, but the eyes are slightly red, the appearance can be described as delicate and pitiful.
Ellen chuckled and suddenly pushed her away.
"So you volunteered to have sex with me, so you could stoop to find a place for yourself?"
He straightened up, took out his handkerchief, and rubbed the spot where Blanche had been.
Blanche ingratiated, "You're not really that heartless, are you? After all, we were married. And I know all about your taste and posture, isn't it good?"
When this was said, Ellen became very angry.
He looked at Blanche coldly and angrily. "Get out of here."
Blanche, who had been waiting for the word for a long time, quickly got out of bed and left awkwardly.
It wasn't until she got out of the elevator and into the taxi that she regained her composure.
With the bag still ringing, Blanche ignored the cold sweat pouring out of her hands and answered the phone.
An anxious, childish voice came from the other end. "Mommy, what took you so long to answer the phone?"
Blanche rubbed her bitter throat, cleared her voice, and said softly, "Sorry, Mommy was on the toilet just now, so I didn't hear the phone ring." I'm sorry."
"All right. I have a problem with my homework. Mommy, haven't you left work yet?" Jason spoke again.
"I'll be home soon. By the way, Jason, Mommy is going on a business trip, so pack up your things and I'll send you to the country for a while." Blanche began.
"Can't I stay with my grandparents?" Jason asked in a gruff voice.
"Well, Grandma and grandpa are on a business trip, too. We've been talking about a big deal." Blanche talked to her son without changing her face.
"All right, then." Jason's voice was a little reluctant, but sensible and tactful. "I'll pack my bags."
After hanging up the phone, Blanche took a tissue out of her bag and wiped her palms from the cold sweat.
She has to get Jason out of here. Ellen is an unknown danger, and the Davis' family, even more so.
Blanche called her driver while on the road and then rushed back to her neighborhood.
She went upstairs, and as soon as she opened the door, Jason ran out and grabbed her thigh.
Blanche picked up the child and kissed her hard several times. She pretended to be easy to hold down her heart and said, "Jason is so good, have you finished?" Shall we go now?"
Jason's eyes widened. "So when is Mommy coming to pick me up?"
"About a week, okay?" Blanche said.
This time is acceptable to Jason. He nodded sweetly and took the opportunity to make his own request, saying, "When I get back, can I have a set of Lego bricks?"
"Yes, and an Ultraman." Blanche smiled.
She talked to her son, but at the same time she checked his luggage and added the necessary things.
Just then, her cell phone rang. It was the driver.
Blanche carried the baby downstairs, even in a hurry.
When we got downstairs, the driver was waiting.
Blanche handed the baby to her aunt behind her and said: "Take care of Jason, please, Aunt Scarlett."
Aunt Scarlett nodded and said, "Don't worry, Miss Blanche, you go up."
With that Aunt Scarlett got into the car with the baby.
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