Chapter 19 Christopher Got Drunk
I started feeling upset. Christopher, like Evelyn, must be the one most eager for me to leave, right? I had no choice but to call him again. "David said you rejected my resignation?"
"If you want to keep Bentley in the dark, just stick with working at the Valence Group. Otherwise, Bentley will get suspicious."
He had a point. After hanging up, I realized my resignation had already been rejected a couple of days ago. Bentley only arrived today. My previously calm heart was once again stirred. But that small ripple of emotion settled when I saw Christopher and Evelyn leaving the office together in the evening.
We hadn't even signed the divorce papers, yet they acted like newlyweds. I went to the supermarket, bought some fruits, vegetables, and meat, and returned to my new home alone to cook a serious meal for myself and the baby. The cooking skills I learned for Christopher were now being used to take care of myself, which wasn't so bad. I made a delicious and spicy baked fish and a pot of juice to cool down the heat.
How nice. I could cook according to my taste now. Over the past three years, my cooking skills had improved, but I never made anything I liked. I was always catering to Christopher's taste. He had a sensitive stomach and always ate bland food, but I love spicy food.
After dinner, I went for a walk to help with digestion. The doctor said the baby was developing well, and moderate exercise was good for both of us.
I thought, 'Baby, I'm trying hard to live well, so it's okay if we don't have Daddy, right?'
After dinner, I tidied up the new home again. Although this place wasn't as grand as the Valence family residence, it was spacious enough for me and the baby. I carefully prepared everything, hoping that when the baby came, it would be embraced into a warm and loving home.
At night, after taking a bath and lying in bed, half-asleep, my phone rang. It was Ivan. I groggily answered, "Hello, what's up?"
"Hope, Christopher is drunk and refuses to leave. Can you come pick him up?"
I became more awake. "You know we're about to get divorced. Why not call Evelyn? Christopher would prefer to see her, right? He'd definitely listen to her."
"You guys aren't divorced yet. As long as you're still married, you're his wife. How can I ask another woman to pick him up? Hope, please, help me out. I'll send you the address. You have to come, Hope!"
"Ivan..."
Before I could say anything, the call ended. It was already past 2 AM. Christopher left work with Evelyn, so how did he end up drinking with Ivan and the others? From what Ivan said, Evelyn wasn't there. I had no choice but to change clothes, call a cab, and head to the private club Ivan had texted me.
When I arrived, people were already starting to leave. A bunch of wealthy heirs saw me standing at the door, drunkenly greeting me. I thought to myself, 'Soon Christopher's wife will be someone else. With Evelyn's vanity, she must be over the moon.'
In the private room, only three people were left. To my surprise, Cecil was there too. Christopher, in a high-end suit, was lying on the sofa with his long legs crossed, sleeping soundly, his jacket draped over him. He looked peaceful, nothing like his usual CEO demeanor.
Ivan looked helpless as he saw me. "Hope, I don't know what's up with Christopher today. He kept drinking with Cecil, and we couldn't stop him."
I felt like I knew why. Christopher always thought I liked Cecil, even though I explained many times. But men had double standards. They could have women outside, but their wives couldn't even look at another man, eliminating any possibility of infidelity, even if it was just in their imagination.
Cecil, sitting nearby, was maintaining his posture with his usual aristocratic manners, but his flushed face and dazed eyes showed he had drunk a lot. I apologized to Cecil, "Cecil, are you okay? I brought some hangover medicine. Do you want some?"
"Hope, yes, I'll take the hangover medicine." Cecil regained some clarity, looking up at me with flushed cheeks and bright eyes like a child waiting for candy.
I handed him the medicine and a glass of water. "I'm really sorry for making you drink so much," I said.
"Don't mention it. Christopher was drunk and acting crazy, and Cecil, for some reason, kept drinking everything Christopher gave him, even though we tried to stop him!" Ivan complained. Before I could react, he handed me the car keys. "Hope, can you drive?"
I nodded. "Yes."
I walked over to Christopher, enduring the smell of alcohol, and gently patted his face. "Christopher, wake up. It's time to go home."
Christopher frowned, opened his eyes irritably, and then, seeing me, suddenly smiled foolishly. "Honey."
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