Chapter 179: Chapter 179: Affection Fed to the Dogs
"Alright, how about having some barbecue and beer? I saw online that this is the proper way to enjoy summer in Aphelion."
July Quinn didn’t pay attention to the thoughts in Owen Shaw’s head, she only knew that he had asked her out for dinner several times and she couldn’t refuse him any more; after all, they were friends.
"No problem, I know a nice barbecue place..."
Owen Shaw wasn’t concerned about what to eat, but with whom he was eating.
So the moment July Quinn agreed to have dinner with him, Owen Shaw started researching the evening’s menu — which beer to drink, where to go after finishing the barbecue and beer, what to say when they met tomorrow, what opportunity to use next to ask her out again...
It’s no exaggeration to say that with this chain of thoughts, Owen Shaw even thought of names for their children.
But despite Owen Shaw’s many arrangements, he didn’t expect that as soon as July Quinn walked into the barbecue restaurant, before eating anything, she would start drinking beer one can after another.
Her stance was like treating beer as plain water.
"July, is it okay for you to drink so much?"
Owen Shaw was extremely worried.
Other women might worry about getting drunk or gaining weight from drinking beer.
But how come July Quinn didn’t seem to worry about anything?
"What’s the problem? It’s just a few bottles of beer."
July Quinn said with a heroically confident demeanor, twisting open another bottle and taking a big gulp.
The stimulating taste seemed to wash away her depression over Kyle Keaton not liking her.
July Quinn was feeling smug about it, but the next second Owen Shaw brought up Kyle Keaton again.
"Wouldn’t your man be angry?"
July Quinn: "..."
The depression that had just dissipated suddenly gathered again in her heart.
Darn it.
But considering that the one bringing up this gloomy feeling was her friend, July Quinn patiently responded, "What’s this got to do with him?"
"You’re out drinking, doesn’t he care about you?"
"He doesn’t care. He doesn’t like me anyway..."
The last sentence, July Quinn didn’t say out loud.
Yet, it still felt like her heart was being pricked by needles, hurting immensely without visible scars.
Even though she knew, it was a personal choice, she shouldn’t mind it so much.
But every time she thought about it in the past days, she felt breathlessly sad.
Why is it that she likes him, but he doesn’t like her back?
She’s pretty and smart, few women in the world can compare to her, so why doesn’t he like her?
July Quinn also knew that she was behaving like a child who didn’t get their candy, crying and causing a fuss.
But she couldn’t help these emotions.
The only way to resolve them was...
By pouring more opened beer into her mouth again.
If one bottle wasn’t enough, then two!
But after a few bottles, July Quinn couldn’t handle it anymore.
Meanwhile, after much hesitation, Owen Shaw began to tactfully persuade July Quinn.
"Your man probably doesn’t care or love you, which is why he’s like that. Rather than being with such a man, why not find someone who loves and understands you instead?"
After a passionate and enthusiastic speech, he asked, "July, what do you think of me?"
Perhaps feeling a bit embarrassed, he kept his head down, not daring to look at July Quinn’s captivating face.
"Ever since I first saw you, I was captivated. I’ve never liked a girl this much before; you are the first..."
"July, in addition to running an instant noodle company, I’m also the only grandson of The Shaw family. Across the entire Westmarch, no one can probably compare to me..."
Owen Shaw said a lot, and only in the end did he muster the courage to get to the point.
"July, be with me."
But after saying that, he didn’t get a response from July Quinn for a long time, which felt unusual, so he looked up at her.
But saw July Quinn, in her drunken haze, looking at him, "Who are you?"
Owen Shaw: "..."
He almost heard the sound of his heartbreak shattering.
A few minutes later, he managed to piece his heart back together, "I’m Owen Shaw, your friend, your admirer."
"Oh, is that so? Then do you know which family I belong to? Call my family to pick me up!"
Owen Shaw: "..."
A heart fed to the dogs is indeed what it feels like.