Love's Perfect Match

Chapter 725 Side Story: Efforts in Pursuing Her 7

Yelena simply let out a scoff without responding to him. When Federick saw the look on her face, he figured that she

probably wasn't all that hurt. He felt some relief upon realizing that. "What made you come on this date, anyway? Is

it because you've lost feelings for him?" Federick noticed how he still held some hope for her after he uttered his

thoughts.

However, the woman twisted her face into a frown. It didn't seem like she was the one who wanted this date. "Do

you seriously think I'm here to meet someone? I wouldn't have shown up if my parents hadn't insisted I come. This

is just a meal, anyway; we're not actually getting married," Yelena replied.

A hint of disappointment flashed across Federick's expression. "That's fine. This doesn't mean anything to me

either. If we're done here, I think the both of us can head off first."

Yelena responded with a tiny nod. "Why don't we sneak out now? I think our dads are coming back soon."

"What's the rush? Do you really hate spending time with me that much?" Federick sneered. "Does it seem that way?

Didn't you say that this means nothing to you? I just don't want you to waste your time here," Yelena replied as she

got to her feet. When the man didn't budge, she tugged on his arm. "Come on. I don't think this dating spot is a nice

place for us to catch up. Why don't we go somewhere else?" she suggested.

Federick finally stood up rather unwillingly after hearing what the woman said. He drove his car over, so Yelena

made her way over to his vehicle before inviting herself into the ride. "Where are we going?" Federick put his

seatbelt on before he raised an eyebrow and questioned the woman.

Yelena looked up at the skies for a while. We wasted some time traveling over, and we wasted more time staying in

that restaurant, but I think I know a place that would be perfect for us now. She curled her lips into a somewhat

mysterious smile. "I know a place." About an hour later, their car pulled up in front of Luna Bar. There was a hint of

confusion on Federick's face as he got out of the car. "Since when did you start drinking?"

Previously, when Yelena was studying overseas, she wasn't the most obedient girl, but she also wasn't the type to

visit bars all the time. Federick felt like he no longer knew the woman when he saw how familiar she seemed with

the route that led them to the bar. He couldn't stop himself from lecturing her a little. "You're a young lady. Do you

know how dangerous these bars are? What are you going to do if you bump into some nasty guys? Furthermore,

you're always dressed in such a flashy manner! I'm worried that you might attract some bad attention. On top of

that, you're also an actress! Aren't you afraid that others might see you at a place like this?"

Yelena rubbed her ears. "Alright, alright. Stop nagging. I'm a grown woman, so why can't I come to a bar? I'm not

here to do anything nasty, anyway."

Federick stuck his hand out to give her a gentle flick on her forehead when he saw the stubborn look on her face.

"I'm nagging you for your own good, so you should really listen to me."

"For my own good, huh?" Yelena rolled her eyes. "Elspeth is the one who owns this bar, so I'm not worried about my

safety at all. If anyone harms me here, Elspeth can probably take down their entire family," she explained. Federick

seemed a little more reassured after hearing that the bar belonged to her best friend.

"Well, come on. I told you that I wanted to take you out for drinks." Yelena tugged on the man's sleeve and dragged

him into the bar. "I know a few bestsellers here. I'll pick them out for you," she offered.

"I don't even know if you brought me here to catch up, or if you just wanted a drinking buddy." Federick couldn't

stop himself from nagging her a little more. Even though he was full of complaints, he still allowed her to lead him

into the bar. To his surprise, the bar wasn't as rundown as he had expected it to be. If anything, it seemed well-kept.

It wasn't a wine bar, yet it seemed to have the class and cleanliness of one. Federick couldn't help but feel

impressed by Elspeth's abilities.

Yelena led Federick to her usual spot. That particular spot had a perfect view, especially when there were

performers at the bar. She often enjoyed sitting in that spot while watching performances on the stage.

Unfortunately, it had been a while since she last visited this bar. She used to drop by with Hank, but things had

changed, and the person who used to accompany her was no longer around.

Yelena tried her best to conceal her sorrows, but Federick still noticed the look on her face. "What is it? Aren't you

happy to catch up with me?"

"That's not it. I was just reminded of some stuff." Yelena picked up her glass of alcohol and took a huge gulp. The

taste of alcohol in her mouth was a little too strong, so she ended up choking and coughing. "This drink burns! Why

is it so strong?"

Federick knew the answer to her question, but he didn't feel like embarrassing her then, so he simply patted her

back gently. "You should slow down. You know what your alcohol tolerance is like," he uttered.

Yelena was immediately triggered by his words. "What's with my alcohol tolerance? The drink is simply a little too

strong."

"Well, I'm not going to be petty this time." Federick picked up the drink that Yelena had ordered for him. She

claimed that it was the best drink that the bar offered. Then, he took a sip out of his glass. It's sweet and refreshing,

but there's a little too much alcohol in here. I can sip on it, but this isn't the sort of drink that I can chug. Federick

had never been one to enjoy alcohol. He was more of a tea person—the bitterness of tea often made him feel

more alert and contemplative.

When Yelena saw the small sip that the man took, she shot him a disdainful look. "I brought you all the way here for

drinks, yet you're only taking a small sip. Don't you know how to show me some respect?"

"I don't like alcohol. You know that about me," he replied. Yelena was quiet for a while after that. There was a

reason Federick didn't like alcohol, and she was part of the reason. About six years ago, when Yelena was still

staying overseas with him, she attended a dinner party one night. The plan had been for Federick to pick her up

after she was done. Federick had attended another party on his own and had a few drinks himself.

After picking Yelena up, they drove through a windy road in the mountains, and their car ended up hitting one of the

dividers along the side of the road. Even though the accident itself wasn't too serious, both of them were rather

traumatized after that whole incident. Yelena had sustained several injuries on her arm, and she had wailed over

the cuts and bruises on her skin. Federick was the one responsible for the accident, and he felt especially anxious

after seeing how hard Yelena had cried over it.

Whenever he thought of how they could've lost their lives because of his carelessness, he felt a deep sense of fear.

Back then, he had pulled Yelena close against his chest. "I'll never let this happen again, alright? I'll never drink

again," he had uttered in a shaky voice. Federick never took a sip of alcohol after that incident.