Chapter 218 Poison
After leaving home, Magnus sat alone on the roadside flower bed and smoked continually.
His mind was filled with Tobias's words. Obviously, all they wanted was money. Whether or not he returned to acknowledge his roots was not important.
The warmth of family that Magnus had yearned for over the past twenty years turned out to be an ice cellar.
Magnus felt extremely oppressed, and his heart ached in a way that couldn't be expressed in words.
He, as a grown man, sat on the side of the road, and shed tears unknowingly.
Magnus's phone rang. It was Riley calling. She was still worried.
However, Magnus didn't answer the call and hung up directly.
On Ophe's side, the dinner party had also ended. Finnegan got drunk, so she called Atticus to come and help drive. Atticus was surprised; he had been with Finnegan for more than eight years, and it was the first time he had seen him get drunk like this.
Once they were back at Orchid Garden, Ophe said, "Atticus, help me bring him to the bedroom. I'll go prepare some water."
While instructing Atticus, Ophe also asked Lina to make hangover soup.
Atticus carried Finnegan to the bedroom. Then, Ophe washed Finnegan's face with a towel to make him feel more comfortable.
"Atticus, you can go rest now. I will handle this."
Atticus said, "Alright, Mrs. Abbott’s, I will come to pick up CEO Abbott's tomorrow morning."
"Don't call me Mrs. Abbott’s, because it sounds awkward. Just call me Ophe," replied Atticus.
Atticus laughed and said, "That won't do. It's a rule. Mrs. Abbott’s, I'll take my leave now."
After Atticus left, Lina also cooked and brought hangover soup. Ophe helped Finnegan up and said, "Open your mouth and drink it."
Finnegan, who was drunk, obediently listened to Ophe.
Lina smiled and said, "Mr. Abbott finally listens to your orders. The Old Abbott can finally rest assured."
Ophe felt a bit embarrassed and smiled. "Lina, you should also rest now."
"Alright then." Lina understood and didn't disturb them anymore.
Drunk Finnegan acted like a child, hugging Ophe's waist and coquettishly saying, "Honey, I love you. I'm so lucky to have married you."
Finnegan couldn't say such cheesy words on ordinary occasions, but when drunk, his thoughts couldn't be restrained, and he would yell out anything.
Ophe felt happy listening to it. She suddenly had an idea and took out her phone to capture the scene of Finnegan acting spoiled, teasing him, "Say it again because I didn't hear clearly just now. I want to record it as evidence."
No woman of any age can resist those words. "I love you."
Finnegan blushed, intoxicated by the alcohol. His usual serious attitude was absent, and only his lovable side remained.
Leaning against the head of the bed, Finnegan closed his eyes and said, "Honey, I love you. If there has to be a time limit to this love, I hope it's forever."
While speaking, Finnegan even started quoting lines from movies, placing his hands on his chest in a devout manner.
Ophe watched happily, unaware that when she watched this video again soon, everything would be different, and she would shed tears.
Ophe smiled and saved the video, saying, "I've saved the video. Finnegan. You better keep your promise."
Suddenly, her lips felt something soft mixed with intoxicating alcohol.
Finnegan kissed her lips, holding her head and deepening the kiss.
She responded, enjoying it.
After the kiss, he opened his eyes, his deep gaze filled with affection as he looked at her. "I will never lie to you," he said.
She smiled and teased, "I was just joking. I know you won't lie to me. Finnegan, you look so adorable when you're drunk."
She couldn't resist pinching his face. Little did she know that these beautiful moments would become a bitter taste in her memory.
"You go to sleep obediently. I'm going to take a shower." Ophe patted his head.
Finnegan lay down, regained his clarity of mind, and gradually lost his drowsiness.
Twenty minutes later, Ophe came out of the shower. She thought Finnegan was asleep, so she didn't hide around and untied her robe in front of the closet, with her back to the bed, changing her clothes.
Suddenly, Finnegan's voice came from behind her. "Ophe, what's that bruise on your waist? When did you get injured?"
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