The Devil's Good Girl-Chapter 314: Are you okay?

Many years... Fil might’ve grown aware of the changing world, but somehow, she still found herself lost in time. Around a few years back, Fil and Jackson would’ve met in the same bar she was currently in.

Yet, despite frequenting the bar, she could only visit the places where she and Jackson shared moments. Starting from the apartment where she lived, Fil still rented it out even though she didn’t stay in it.

Staying in a place that reminded her of him was the most sorrowful. Although she would drop by it at least once a week, tidying it up, keeping it how she remembered it, she never stayed longer than two hours.

She would also constantly visit her previous company. Kenzo still worked there, but not as a senior engineer, but rather in the management. Well, the Skyline Firm was owned by his family, and Latrice... was working there as a senior engineer.

Latrice’s life was almost the same as how Fil lived it — just a little better. A lot less heartaches, problems, and dramas.

’The world continued to turn with or without me,’ she thought with a smile on her face. ’And somehow, I was alright with it... until I think of him.’

Perhaps, it was because of the ambiance or the song playing in the nightclub. The song they should be playing was supposed to be loud to make others dance to their hearts’ content. Yet, what they were suddenly playing was a love song.

"There will be a proposal." Suddenly, the bartender leaned over and informed Fil of the reason for the chosen music.

She lifted her eyes and smiled at him. She had been a regular here and the bartender had become an acquaintance.

"Is that so?" she muttered and he nodded, jerking his chin to the dance floor.

Curious, Fil slowly turned around and set her eyes on the dance floor. By the looks of it, the people on the dance floor were just as surprised at the shift of music. However, they still managed to find a way to enjoy it and sway along with the sound.

Amid the slow song and slow dance, a man in the crowd parted from the woman he was dancing with. The slight surprise on the woman’s face was clear, but when he went down on his knees, her expression completely changed into something more.

She gasped and covered her mouth, eyes twinkling under the slobes moving around slowly.

"How sweet," Fil whispered and looked away, snapping her eyes at the bartender who was watching with a smile. "Though, of all the places he could propose to, why the nightclub?"

The bartender chuckled and got back to work. "Those two were regulars here. This is where they first met."

"Oh."

"The man is a friend of the owner, so when he said he wanted to propose, the owner agreed."

"How kind of him."

"They’re friends." The bartender wiggled his brows and gave her a meaningful look. "What about you Miss? Why do you always come here alone?"

"It took you years to finally ask that, huh?" she humored, making him chuckle as well. "Though, I have to thank you for keeping this spot open for me."

The bartender raised his brows before he laughed again. "I didn’t know you’d noticed."

"I’ve been coming here regularly and sit in the same spot," she said. "Of course, I’d noticed that this spot is always vacant even when the nightclub is packed."

"Well, that’s not the only thing you’d thank me for tonight," he said as he turned around and picked up something. When he faced her again, he slid another drink in front of her. "On the house."

"Is it my birthday today?"

"No, but it’s more like an anniversary gift. Today’s date is the same day when you first came in here."

She rocked her head and chuckled, finding it amusing. "Thank you," she expressed as she picked up the class to him.

"You’re welcome."

In the beginning, Fil didn’t have any interactions with anyone at all. Aside from Kim and Dustin, who were born with no luck, Fil stayed as far away from society as possible. She did so so as not to pass her bad karma to other people. After all, even the leaves she walked past would die.

She stayed like that for half a millennium.

After that, she tried interacting with animals. Initially, the animals would still end up with bad faith. They would either go feral or they would get devoured hopelessly.

It was a long process.

Fast forward to the present, Fil was able to interact with humans without passing her bad karma to them. Even so, she kept things minimal and light talk. She still had to be cautious; afraid it still wasn’t safe to blend with society.

"Wow." The bartender was in awe when Fil placed down her tenth glass of rum. "You are a monster."

At this point, she was supposed to be severely intoxicated. And yet, Fil showed no sign of intoxication.

"Are you even human?" he blurted out. "Even the strongest drinkers I know would be tipsy after ten shots of rum."

Fil chuckled. "I’m not a lightweight."

Even in her first lifetime, Fil had this somewhat strong alcohol tolerance. It surprised her before, but now, she understood why she somehow could hold her liquor well.

"I’m beat!" the bartender threw his hands. "Now, I’m amazed!"

"Haha."

"Don’t tell me you want more shots?"

"Will that shock you if I do?"

"Oh, god... are you going to drive home yourself?"

Fil tilted her head to the side. "Why?"

"Because I need you to hand over your keys." He smiled. "I can’t let you leave this place intoxicated."

"But I’m not drunk."

Yes, she didn’t look drunk, but for the bartender, she could be pretending. Ever since she came in here, he had never seen her sway on her way out. However, she would normally not drink this much. Hence, he immediately assumed her body just had a late reaction to the alcohol consumption.

"Fine." Fil sighed, knowing she could just go home without a car. "Here."

She handed over her keys, tossing it over the bar counter. The bartender swiftly caught it in midair.

"How many keys do you have in there now?" she asked out of plain curiosity.

The bartender grinned. "Not much. Come back here tomorrow to get them."

"Okay." She smiled, and then after a second, his colleague suddenly approached him.

The bartender nodded before shifting his eyes to Fil. "Anyway, I got to work. Have fun for the rest of the night, Miss."

"Thank you."

Having said that, the other bartender left his post while the one who was talking to Fil served the other guests. The bartender was a nice guy and was easy to talk to. He never asked about anything personal and often spoke on the base level.

Even so, she could that he was a kind soul.

Fil enjoyed the last glass in front of her, her jaw resting on her knuckles. Out of habit, she listened to the conversation around her. Aside from the group of friends of the newly engaged couple and some group crying in the corner, nothing was interesting.

’I guess it’s time to go home,’ she told herself and chugged down the last drink.

After taking out a tip and placing it underneath the empty glass, Fil walked away without bidding the bartender farewell. But on her way out, she slowed down and turned her head in a direction.

"..."

Fil stayed in the same spot, eyes on the route where she first met Jackson. If her memory served right, she was looking for a place to pee and ended up bumping into him.

Oh, fate.

For some reason, she turned on her heel and marched in the direction headed to the VIP rooms. Her steps were slow and careful, eyes at the end of the hallway. She didn’t know why, but for some reason, she hoped he would suddenly come out just like before.

’And what if he did?’ she wondered, smiling bitterly. ’Nothing.’

Her steps slowly halted when she saw a shadow of a man approaching the end turn. She held her breath as she froze, staring at the end, and waited for the person to come out. But when he did, she couldn’t help but laugh to herself.

It was a completely different person.

"What in the world was I thinking?" she muttered, feeling her phone vibrate from inside her purse. Fil turned around and walked away, only to stop as she listened to the phone.

"I see," she whispered and nodded. "It’s alright. Don’t worry. No, I don’t want to come."

She could imagine Dustin and Kim frowning from the other end, but Fil wasn’t interested in leaving the country yet.

"Anyway..." Fil trailed off as she glanced at the man who walked past her. She squeezed herself to the side before refocusing her attention on the call. "Anyway, don’t worry about me. I’ll meet you when I have the free time."

"Fine..."

"Don’t be sad," she laughed. "I’m going home now."

Having said that, Fil intuitively turned off the call and stepped into the middle of the hallway. As soon as she did, she felt someone bump into her back, making her lean forward as she felt a little out of balance. Fortunately, an arm swiftly wrapped around her waist and pulled her back.

Her eyes widened, shocked that the alcohol someone affected her a tiny bit. But her surprise about it was quickly replaced by something else when she heard the familiar deep baritone caress her ears.

"Are you okay?"