Return, My Love: Wooing the Neglected Ex-Wife

Chapter 59:

The girl ushered them inside, chatting for a moment. The young man proved to be a student from a nearby university. Navigating through a makeshift dressing room, they reached a row of lockers.

Removing her coat casually, the girl revealed a maid outfit underneath. Joelle inhaled sharply, relieved the uniform was tasteful rather than too revealing. It was something she could handle.

“Just follow me and do what I do,” instructed the girl. Joelle nodded, then ventured, “Excuse me, do you have a phone charger? My phone is almost dead.”

“Hand me your phone, and I’ll find one for you.”

“No need,” interjected the boy. “I have a power bank. She can use that.”

“Alright,” agreed the girl, turning her attention back to a box of beer she was stacking.

Leaning closer, the boy lowered his voice. “Be careful. She might be trying to swipe your phone. I’ve heard stories about things like that happening here. If you give her your phone, you might not see it again.”

Joelle’s newfound ease vanished with his warning. “Here, give me your phone, and I’ll make sure it gets charged,” he offered.

“Thank you,” Joelle said, passing her phone to him.

He smiled warmly. “No worries. We have to look out for each other when we’re far from home.”

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After arranging the beers, the girl began pushing the cart, announcing, “I’m off to deliver these to the private rooms. You’re welcome to tag along.”

Following the girl, Joelle and the boy entered several private rooms. True to her word, it was straightforward work. The patrons behaved themselves, not crossing any lines.

Only once did a customer attempt to flirt with the girl, but the manager promptly intervened.

As the evening progressed, Joelle relaxed and began to reconsider her initial doubts with the boy. “This place isn’t as shady as I feared,” she confessed.

He agreed. “You’re right. Let’s give it a shot.”

Though unsure about staying, Joelle felt bolstered by his presence.

Returning, the girl asked, “So, what do you think? It’s an easy job, right?”

They nodded, agreeing to stay on for the night.

The girl then distributed uniforms to them, explaining the job’s ins and outs. “Any questions, just ask. And if any customers trouble you, tell me right away.”

Her accent suggested she was a local here.

Joelle slipped into her uniform and began her shift with the boy, serving drinks and navigating the rooms with ease.

By night’s end, Joelle had earned a decent sum in tips, becoming quite proficient at her tasks. She served and chatted amicably with the patrons and staff alike.

During one of her rounds, as the girl checked on them, Joelle’s hand slipped while reaching for a bottle, sending it crashing to the floor.

Quickly grabbing a mop, the girl apologized. “Sorry, did I startle you?”

The boy took the mop from her, saying, “I’ve got this. Just watch your step.”

The girl turned to Joelle, concerned. “Are you alright?”

Joelle examined her hand, somewhat perplexed. “I’m fine.” It wasn’t the girl’s abrupt appearance but rather a sudden loss of sensation in her right hand that alarmed her. For a fleeting moment, her hand had felt utterly powerless, incapable of gripping the bottle.noveldrama

Was something wrong with her hand?

“Let’s head upstairs with these drinks,” the girl suggested, breaking into Joelle’s thoughts.

“Okay,” Joelle replied, pushing aside her concerns.

Approaching a private room, the boy halted abruptly, clutching his stomach. “Joelle, my stomach’s really hurting. I need to use the restroom quickly!” Understanding his predicament, Joelle couldn’t refuse. “Go ahead, I’ll handle this.”

“Thank you! I’ll be back soon to help out!”

He rushed off toward the restroom. Upon arriving, he encountered a man at the urinal.

As the man zipped up his pants, he turned and asked, “Is it done?”

The boy nodded. “I saw her walk in with my own eyes.”

Erick sneered and pulled out a wad of cash from his pocket. Without pausing to wash his hands, he handed the money to the boy, who hesitated only momentarily before accepting it.

It was, after all, more money than he could make in an entire night.

As he counted the bills, Erick queried, “What about her phone?”

“I’ve got it right here,” the boy answered, producing Joelle’s phone from his pocket. He hadn’t charged it; in fact, the battery was dead.

Erick snatched the phone and flung it into the urinal.

Meanwhile, Joelle entered the private room where three heavyset men were seated. She kept her gaze lowered, methodically setting the drinks on the table.

Her right hand occasionally lost sensation, forcing her to depend mostly on her left. As she placed the last bottle on the table and straightened up, one of the men grabbed her shoulder.

“Hey!” Joelle gasped in shock.

The man, flashing a sleazy smile, tightened his grip with his large fingers, a shiny gold ring adorning one. He pulled her closer and coaxed, “Come on, sweetheart, have a drink with us.”

Joelle cast a desperate look towards the door, only to realize there was no manager on duty as usual.

In that instant, she understood she was alone, left to fend for herself against these inebriated men without any support.

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