Bye My Stepbrother 27

Chapter 27

Seeing him enter, everyone stopped what they were doing.

Roderick’s expression was terrifying. They all felt a sense of

danger.

“Hi, Roderick.”

Someone reacted first, raising his glass. “We just opened a 25-

year–old whisky.”

Roderick didn’t say a word, grabbed the bottle on the table, and

chugged it.

The amber liquid slid down his jawline, soaking his shirt collar.

“Damn!” He smashed the empty bottle on the table, the sound of

shattering glass making everyone shiver.

They knew it was definitely because of Andrea.

“Roddy, tell us, what did that homewrecker’s daughter do to

make you so mad?”

“Yeah, tell us, we’ll help you to teach her a lesson.”

“That bitch is so bold now, daring to make Roddy angry.”

Roderick glared at them. “Shut up!”

The room suddenly quieted down.

Someone gave a signal to the manager, and he immediately understood, clapping his hands.

A group of girls in high slit dresses entered, lining up in front of the table.

There were blonde beauties from Normarsh, mixed–race

beauties from Beldrin, cute young women from Merfland, and a few elegant women from other areas.

“Mr. Hodgson, pick one?” the manager asked with a smile.

Roderick didn’t even raise his head, just opened another bottle of wine.

“Come here. Toast to Mr. Hodgson.””

Several girls toasted Roderick one by one, but Roderick just wanted them to get lost.

But his gaze suddenly fell on a girl standing at the corner.

She had round, big eyes, a delicate nose, and slightly downturned lips. She looked like the girl he was mad at.

Roderick’s vision blurred from the alcohol, and he seemed to see

Andrea standing there, wearing an exposed dress, looking at

him with the familiar affectionate gaze.

“You,” he pointed at the girl and said with an extremely hoarse

voice.

The girl walked over hesitantly and knelt beside Roderick.

She smelled of cheap perfume, which was totally different from

what Andrea usually wore.

Roderick frowned, but still let her pour him a glass of wine.

“Mr. Hodgson…” The girl’s voice was very light, with a practiced

coquetry. “Let me feed you?”

She brought the glass close to Roderick’s mouth. From this

angle, her profile under the light was even more like Andrea’s.

Roderick suddenly grabbed her wrist. His grip was too tight and

made her gasp.

Roderick–thought they were too similar.

The eyes, the hesitant expression…

Alcohol burned in his veins, and he imagined that Andrea was

pressed against the bed by him, finally removing her perfect

mask and showing her vulnerable heart.

“Mr. Hodgson.” The girl’s voice trembled, pulling him back to

reality.

It wasn’t her.

He was like being thrown over by ice water.

Roderick abruptly let go, and the girl fell back. The glass

shattered on the floor, red wine spilling on the white carpet like

blood.

“Get out.” He closed his eyes, his voice filled with disgust.

The girl quickly left, and the room fell deathly silent.

Roderick raised his head and leaned against the couch, covering

his eyes with his arm.

He recalled how Andrea looked at Quinn with a grateful

expression and the words she said to Quinn.

Roderick thought he should hate her.

“Another bottle.” He lowered his arm, saying to the frozen

manager.

“You’ve had enough.”

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“Another bottle,” he repeated slowly.

A bottle of wine was quickly brought over,

Roderick stared at the twisted face reflected on the bottle, then

he seemed to see Andrea’s face again.

Damn it!

He took another shot, the fiery liquid burning his throat.

“Shit!” Roderick suddenly smashed the glass against the wall,

shards flying everywhere.