Unconscious Husband: Meet Her Love In Silence

“Are there also presents in the gay bar for the Christmas celebration?”

Mitchel asked with an expressionless face.

Mitchel had been sitting in his booth for a long time, the anticipation for the advertised activity fading into frustration as time passed without any sign of the event.

He even wondered if the bar owner had falsely publicized it.

The female bartender was confused upon hearing Mitchel’s words.

“No,” she replied with an awkward smile.

Mitchel simply nodded and returned his attention to the soap opera on his phone.

The series continued to roll, and despite the rapid pace and melodrama, he found a certain amusement in its absurdities.

In the second episode, the plot thickened as the heroine, who was a doctor, attempted to save the hero’s younger brother from an accident.

The heroine’s ineptitude with basic cardiopulmonary resuscitation struck Mitchel as particularly ridiculous, and he chuckled as he watched the scene unfold.

The bartender, having noticed Mitchel’s smile, misinterpreted his reaction.

As she made her way back to the bar counter, she relayed her thoughts to a colleague who had just returned from serving wine to a customer.

“Look at the guy in seat AQ@1,” she whispered, gently elbowing her colleague.

“He’s acting really strange.

He’s been here forever, hasn’t ordered any drinks, and is just watching that soap opera on his phone.

He’s probably gay.

”

“Really?” Her colleague covered her mouth in surprise.

“Why did he come here when there’s a gay bar nearby?”

“I have no idea.

He’s just really weird.

” The bartender shrugged and continued to gossip.

Marlowe, who was at the bar ordering wine, overheard their conversation and looked over with curiosity.

In the bustling bar, the spotlight illuminated a troupe of women wearing bunny costumes, their energetic dance captivating the crowd.

Mitchel, seated close to the stage, watched with mild interest.

Marlowe glanced around, searching for the supposed “poor man” her colleagues had mentioned, but saw no one fitting the description.

“A glass of water here costs two hundred dollars,” Marlowe said, her eyes drifting back to her colleagues.

“If he can afford that, he’s far from poor.

At least he’s better off than I am, surviving on bread alone.

”

“The drink for the customer in seat C@3 is ready,” a bartender announced, placing a glass in front of Marlowe.

“Thanks,” Marlowe replied.

She carried the drink to a private room, leaving the female bartender to watch her retreating figure with a shrug.

The female bartender believed Marlowe was right.

They were both people struggling to live their own lives; they shouldn’t Look down on anyone as poor as them.

The women in bunny costumes on stage switched to a provocative routine, their performance drawing cheers and applause from the eager audience.

The bar was alive with energy, and the host took the stage, announcing the night’s main event with infectious enthusiasm.

Participation in the main event required purchasing wine, with the top ten spenders earning entry.

The grand prize was a Santa Claus figurine, intricately carved from jade by a renowned master craftsman, a testament to the bar owner’s investment.

The second prize included over twenty Christmas gifts.

The third prize was a free drink coupon, offering unlimited drinks for three years.