Chapter 854 Prefer Trouble
"She's absolutely right," Kelvin said, holding her hand and gently rubbing it.
Monica's glass was empty, so she quickly poured herself another drink and continued, "I know you guys, especially men like you, Kelvin. Rich, powerful, and handsome."
She pointed at Kelvin, paused, then moved her finger towards Timothy but stopped midway.
"You're the whole package. Women must be throwing themselves at you. Even if you don't want it, they keep coming, thinking they might be the one to win you over."
"You might resist temptation today, and tomorrow, but what about next year? Or ten years from now?"
"If you're married, you need to uphold your moral duty as a man and cherish your wife. All those other women are just trouble!"
"A man who loves his wife is the one who gets lucky and makes big money, got it?"
Kelvin's expression had been a bit off earlier, but now he looked completely normal, even smiling slightly.
Monica's words weren't really for him. She was clearly trying to send a message to Timothy, and this was Monica's concern, too. Timothy was a well-known catch in LA, with countless women wanting to be with him. Where would his heart ultimately land?
Kelvin glanced at Timothy with a look that said, "See, I told you so."
Timothy understood Monica's underlying message but stayed silent. He didn't know what to say, and besides, if he said something now, Monica might forget it once she sobered up.
Suddenly, Monica slammed the table. "Bang!"
"Did you hear me?" she demanded. "Why aren't any of you saying anything? So ungrateful!"
Timothy, sitting next to her, asked, "What exactly is a man's moral duty?"
It was the first time he'd heard of it.
"A man's moral duty is..." Monica started but then paused, her mind going blank.
Kelvin stepped in, "A man's moral duty is to follow his wife when she goes out, agree with her even when she's wrong, obey her commands, be generous with money, tolerate her anger, remember her birthday, and wait patiently when she puts on makeup."
Timothy was stunned.
"You recited that so smoothly?" he asked after a moment.
"Of course," Kelvin nodded. "Strict upbringing. If I didn't remember, I'd be sleeping on the floor."
Penelope coughed, clearly thinking he was making it up.
Timothy was impressed, giving a thumbs up. "That's impressive."
"Exactly," Monica nodded. "Mr. Davis, well done. Looks like Penelope has taught you well. Good job."
Kelvin smiled, "Thanks for the compliment."
He stood up, holding Penelope by the waist. "It's getting late. I'll take Penelope home now," he said to Timothy. "Monica is your responsibility."
Penelope was worried. "Shouldn't we take Monica home?"
"What's Timothy here for then? Just for show?"
"But..."
Monica had been drinking, and if Timothy took her home, who knew what might happen?
Before Penelope could think further, Kelvin was already leading her away.
Penelope looked back to see Monica reaching for more wine, but Timothy grabbed the bottle from her.
"Penelope," Kelvin said lazily, "don't worry about something happening. Worry about nothing happening."
"But isn't this a bit much?"
"Do you think Monica is really drunk?"
"A little, but she's mostly sober."
"So," Kelvin replied, "she knows what she's doing and saying. If something happens, it's because she wants it to."
Some things only happen with the courage from a bit of alcohol.
But would Monica make the first move?
If so, Timothy would be quite the disappointment.
Penelope wanted to look back again, still uneasy, but Kelvin said, "Instead of worrying about Monica, worry about yourself."
She almost stumbled, realizing he was right.
She had been drinking, ignoring his messages and calls. He probably had a lot to say to her!
Luckily, Kelvin held her steady.
"Don't panic," he said. "We're not home yet."
"I won't do it again," she promised.
"Again?"
"I mean, I won't do it again," she corrected quickly.
Kelvin just smiled, opening the car door for her and fastening her seatbelt.
He patted her head like a pet, making her feel uneasy.
Not long after they drove off, Timothy and Monica came out.
"Get in," Timothy said. "I'll take you home."
Monica stood by the car, not moving. "Your car?"
"Yes."
She walked around the car, then shook her head. "No, I'll take a cab. I don't want to be with you."
"What did you say?" Timothy asked.
"I said, I don't want to be with you!" Monica looked at him. "It's always you, day and night, even in my dreams. Now that we're back in LA, I want to get away from you!"
"In your dreams, too?"
Timothy's heart skipped a beat.
Monica nodded, mumbling something.
But she spoke so softly and quickly that Timothy didn't catch it.
He didn't ask her to repeat it.
Just knowing she dreamed of him was enough to make him happy.
He had been annoyed that she refused to ride with him, but now he felt great.
He spoke more gently, "I just want to take you home. It's late, and it's not safe for you to be out alone, especially after drinking. What if something happens, Monica? What would I do?"
Monica stared at him.
"Please?" he asked.
"You're just taking me home?"
"Yes."
Monica looked at him for a while longer, then, convinced he was sincere, pouted. "Fine."
Before getting in, she warned, "Timothy, you better not try anything. If you do, I'll hate you! I'll despise you! I'll hate you the most!"
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