Chapter 781
Chapter 781:
“System Notification: Neal is now live! Join the stream to watch!”
A private message from Neal popped up: “Hey, Cutie. I know you are Bonita. Why keep up the act?”
As Bonita glanced down, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment from the flurry of notifications.
The alerts weren’t limited to the streaming app; her WhatsApp buzzed relentlessly too.
“Can’t stream tonight; my girlfriend’s in the hospital. Everything spiraled into chaos, and things took a turn for the worse when someone even pulled out a knife. I confronted her, but she still refused to tell me the truth. This is quite frustrating. I just want a straight answer from her. What exactly are we? Are we friends or something more?”
After sending this, Neal powered down his phone and pocketed it. He loomed over her, his expression one of amused predation, while Bonita silently wished to disappear.
The damning message flashed across her phone’s lock screen for both to see.
“Then tell me,” Neal said, pulling a chair closer and sitting beside her with a casual glance. “How did you end up with the accounts of my biggest fan and my girlfriend?”
Bonita’s jaw clenched so tightly she thought she might never speak again.
“Imagine if my girlfriend knew I was here with you all night. Think she’d be upset?” Neal’s voice dripped with sarcasm, a smirk playing on his lips.
His gaze lingered on her embarrassed face. “So, what should I do to make it up to my girlfriend? She’s been financing my streams, always supporting me.”
With her eyes tightly shut, Bonita refused to meet Neal’s gaze any longer.
He continued, his tone carrying a hint of hesitation as if lost in thought, “I used to think my girlfriend was just innocent and adorable, but today I saw her strength. She doesn’t even cry after being attacked. She’s really something; she changed the plan without considering the consequences. She really is…”
Before Neal could finish, a pillow flew from the side, striking him squarely in the head.
Startled, Neal turned to find the old man glaring at him with a mix of anger and disgust.
𝙁𝙞𝙧𝙨𝙩 𝙧𝙚𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚 𝙥𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙩: 𝙜ⱥ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀・𝙘𝙤𝙢
The old man pointed sharply at Neal. “A face that looks holy but actions that belong in the gutter! Flirting here while you have a girl at home? Shameful!”
Rendered speechless by the elderly man’s moral passion, Neal could only stare.
“And you, looking so smug!” the old man continued. “You ought to be ashamed, not smug. Kids today don’t know right from wrong. You don’t deserve your girlfriend’s devotion!”
After his rebuke, he addressed Bonita with a shake of his head. “Young lady, you need to be more discerning. See people for who they truly are. Don’t be fooled! He has a girlfriend. You should avoid someone like that.”
Bonita responded softly, “No, you’ve got it wrong…”
“Don’t make excuses for him. You are too easily charmed. You see him appearing honorable and then assume he is virtuous. But how can a man who deceives be trustworthy? You should keep your distance from him from now on!”
The elderly man had finished his IV treatment earlier and had intended to rest, but the unfolding drama kept him wide awake. Approaching Bonita’s bedside, he asked, “Will your relatives be visiting soon? It’s better to depend on family than strangers in times of need.”
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