Novel Squares
Chapter 52
Chapter 52
Chapter 52 Safety
“If you’re anxious, sit closer to me, Darling. I don’t mind,” Finnegan offered.
After the couple entered the bar, they picked the most secluded table in the venue. It was clearly
Bernice’s first time in a bar because she was sitting stiffly, looking as though she didn’t fit in with the
surrounding.
“I mind because I’m worried you’ll take advantage of me.” Despite her words, she still inched closer to
Finnegan.
However, he didn’t tease her about it. Instead, he wrapped one arm around her waist while. using the
other to pour her a gla*s of wine. “Come, let’s toast.”
Bernice lifted the gla*s with a grin. “Be honest, Meanie. Are you trying to make me drunk?”
As the saying goes, one must be bold and meticulous when chasing after a woman! While I’ve never
fallen in love before, I understand what that sentence means. In response, he nodded honestly. “I was
thinking about that. Once you’re drunk, I’ll carry you to a hotel and make you a mother in ten months.”
She thought Finnegan would pretend to be at least a little gentlemanly.
To her surprise, he replied honestly, which amused her as she snickered.
It was evident Bernice wasn’t upset by Finnegan’s statement or thought he had a bad character.
Blushing, she toasted with him and spoke in a tiny voice. “While I won’t say no to intimate acts, I won’t
give you what you want until that night, Meanie. This is my bottom line, so don’t try to force it to
happen!”
She sounded as though she had spent all her courage near the end of her sentence before. emptying
her gla*s in one go.
Finnegan smiled. “So, you’re saying I can do anything with you except for that one thing?”
“I didn’t say that. Just drink your wine.”.
After laughing, he emptied his gla*s, too.
The two were amid an emotional upswing, thanks to the atmosphere and the stimulation from the
alcohol.
Finnegan hugged Bernice tightly and whispered next to her ear, “Don’t you think our first k*ss on the
street isn’t memorable enough, Darling?”
Thanks to her wits, she immediately understood what he meant.
Flushing in embarra*sment, she whispered, “What are you planning to do? There are many people
here.”
“You, of course.” He then planted a k*ss on her head.
Because they were in a dark corner and they already had a few gla*ses of wine, she didn’t. push him
away. Instead, she embraced him tightly and reciprocated his intimacy shyly.
The k*ss lasted until the music on the dance floor stopped.
Bernice lowered her red countenance and muttered, “Are you trying to groom me into a licentious
woman, Meanie?”
“If you’re only licentious toward me, then yes.”
“Meanie! I don’t want to talk to you anymore!” Still influenced by the k*ss from earlier, she grabbed a
gla*s of wine and took a big swig.
It was then her phone on the table rang with the word “Mom” on the screen.
As the bar wasn’t playing any music at that moment, Bernice swiftly picked up the phone. “What’s the
matter, Mom? I’m having a meal with a friend outside right now. I drank a little, but not much. Huh? Yes,
it’s him.”
Then she hastily covered the phone and spoke to Finnegan. “My mom correctly guessed I’m currently
with you and wants to talk to you. Don’t tell her we’re at a bar right now. Otherwise, my mom will think
you’re a bad influence.”
She looks like a teenager who just realized her parents found out she has a boyfriend. How adorable.
Finnegan couldn’t help but pinch her cheek. “Don’t worry.”
Upon grabbing the phone, he greeted politely, “Ms. Jennifer.”
Jennifer spoke. “You’re having a meal with Bernie, are you, Finnegan?”
“Yes, Ms. Jennifer.”
“I see.” In a flash, she lowered her voice before continuing, “While both of you are adults, and my
husband and I are open-minded, I still want to remind you to take precautions if you’re going to do ‘that’
because you two are still young. Anyway, have fun! I won’t hold you both any longer.”
Finnegan was dumbfounded for three seconds after she hung up before he realized what she meant.
Then, a bitter smile formed on his face.
Anxiously, Bernice asked, “What’s the matter?” This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.
Grinning, he replied, “I think it’s better if you don’t know.”
“Come on. tell me!”
Seeing how intrigued she was, he whispered what her mother had said to her.
Immediately. Bernice felt nonplussed. “Is she still my mother? She should’ve warned you not to do
anything crazy instead of encouraging you!”
Finnegan coughed and spoke carnestly. “This means your parents have already treated me as their
son-in-law, considering they’re allowing me to be extra intimate with you. How about tonight, we-
“Shut up. Keep dreaming.”
I was just joking. Oh, man, she’s just so cute! I can’t resist… Unable to stifle his urge, he pinched her
check again. “Silly girl.”
“I’m two years older than you. Don’t keep calling me silly girl, you dork.”
As music was reintroduced into the establishment, the lights turned dark.
Young men and women who had taken a break earlier returned to the dance floor once again to show
off their moves while sweating.
To avoid being further teased by Finnegan, Bernice changed the topic. “Say, why do you think people
like to spend time at a place like this, Meanie? It’s so loud that it’s difficult to hold a conversation here. I
think a pub’s better.”
He sipped his wine and remarked, “Nowadays, youngsters experience far greater pressure than their
forebearers, so they come to places like this bar to unwind. Of course, some may also be here purely
for the excitement.”
Meanwhile, Bernice was paying attention to a pole dancer on the stage, whose countenance. was half
obscured by a mask. “Huh?”
The pole dancer swayed her b*dy seductively with a skimpy outfit on her alluring b*dy, which aroused
the men watching her.
Finnegan also stared at the dancer. “Does it make you feel uncomfortable?”
“Not really.” Knitting her eyebrows, Bernice gazed at the woman on stage. “I just think she seems
familiar. It’s like I’ve seen her before.”
Upon hearing that, he scrutinized the pole dancer and thought the same.
It was Lien
she dancing in a bar?”
Indeed, the pole dancer was Casper’s older sister and Finnegan’s childhood friend, Josephine.
Frowning, Finnegan inquired. “I heard you recruited her into Firebird Group’s sales. department. Is she
not being treated well?”
She answered, “The earnings of employees in the sales department depend on their performance and
commission. However, Josephine is one of the group leaders. Therefore, even if she doesn’t do
anything, her monthly earnings will still easily surpa*s ten thousand after combining her basic salary
with her group’s commission. Besides, her family has just received a few million as compensation.
There’s no need for her to dance here at all.”
“We’ll wait until she finishes dancing before asking her some questions,” he stated. Josephine and her
brother have taken good care of my family for the past few years. If she’s in trouble, I can’t just sit by
and watch.
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