A Life Debt Repaid

Chapter 1439
The more Bob drank, the more he sensed that something was wrong.
When did those three get so bad with alcohol? Were they really cutting down on their drinking so much?
Feeling tipsy, he rose to his feet.
Though he was wobbling a little, he was able to get home on his own since he was not fully drunk.
He took a couple steps and hesitated for a moment before leaving directly —he should have stopped imposing on Zoe long ago.
He had no idea if he had gotten over her, but one way or another, it no longer hurt now that he got numb to it.
Wobbling away, he got a cab and left.
When he returned home, he took a bath and got into bed...and suddenly sat up just as he was about to close his eyes!
Wait one goddamn moment! What was the deal with those three?! Was being married really all that awesome anyway, leaving in
pairs right under his nose...
The next day, Sam, Zoe, and Cordy formed a secret chat group.
Zoe, being as excitable as she usually was, went to work immediately and spammed the group with various proposal scenes,
leaving Sam speechless and confused.
[Be more realistic. Are you trying to kill me, spamming me with so many ideas?!]
[I’m asking you to choose, not do them all.]
Cordy was on Sam’s side. [It still is a little messy. Why don’t we drop anything we think won’t fly and go through the ones we
think are viable?]
Sam promptly praised Cordy. [I second Cordy. She’s the reliable one in the end.]
[Watch your mouth, Sam, or I’m leaving the group.]
Sam rolled his eyes-he never did get the better of Zoe. [My bad, ma’am!]

Cordy then said: [Actually, we’re short on time. Aside from planning, there are plenty of props that we need-we have to formulate
a plan today and get everything else ready.]
Sam agreed to it right away. [Sure. Luckily, I don’t have to work today.]
The trio chatted a while in the group.
Meanwhile, Quinn did not go out with Lindsay today. Quinn actually wanted to go, since there were finer details to be decided
although most things were done yesterday. Still, Lindsay said it was rare for them to have a break and told her to spend some
proper time with Sam-they could continue planning Marvin’s birthday on Monday.
Quinn agreed to it, only for Sam to be preoccupied with his phone the whole day she was around.
Even during lunch, he was staring anxiously at his screen, as if worried about missing something.
‘Is it about work?” Quinn could not help asking.
“No,” Sam replied and swiped the screen off, as if worried she would see.
Quinn was actually a little upset—what was he worried about if it was not about work? He seemed intent on hiding it from her
too!
After lunch, Sam nonchalantly left his phone on the table and went to the bar to get a glass of ice water, only to return to the sight
of Quinn picking up his phone.
“Don’t touch it!” Sam snapped at her loudly.
Quinn jumped and stared at him in confusion.
He strode toward her, snatched it off, and grumbled unhappily, “Who told you to touch my phone?”
“It kept ringing. I was going to bring it to you...”
‘Don’t ever touch it again,” Sam said sternly.
Quinn felt a little hurt but nodded nonetheless. “Alright, I’ll be careful next time.”