Chapter 223 True Love
The Nash residence was filled with an air of stifled tension.
Amanda sat on the sofa, a façade of composure barely hiding the thin layer of sweat on her back. The words that Myron Curtis had unexpectedly uttered laid bare the love she had hidden deep within her heart for years, leaving her somewhat mortified.
Scrambling to her feet, she excused herself, "Sorry, it's getting late. I should head back now."
Joseph snapped to attention and hurried to see her out.
Myron Curtis didn't allow the Nashes much time to react. With a knowing look at Eddy, he made his way out.
Throughout the ride, Eddy's expression changed constantly from confusion to surprise, as he sat in the passenger seat. It wasn't until they reached the bar and he downed half a bottle in their usual private booth that he finally felt some relief.
"Myron, was what you said earlier true or false?" Eddy asked. "Does Amanda really like me?"
Myron Curtis gave him a knowing look. "See for yourself."
Eddy was taken aback as he reviewed the documents handed to him. Myron Curtis spoke up dispassionately, "I'm curious: when did this all start?"
Eddy raised his hands in a gesture of innocence. "I've only met this Amanda two or three times, at those unavoidable Big Four family gatherings."
Myron's fingertips tapped rhythmically on the table. "Clearly, she hasn't just started liking you out of the blue."
Eddy rubbed his temples in exasperation. "It's tough being too excellent sometimes; it's a curse!"
Myron Curtis chucked a pillow from the sofa at Eddy's head.
Eddy caught it. "If she likes me, so be it, but that doesn't mean I like her back."
Myron's tone was cool. "And what about your father?"
"That's his problem, setting me up on some random date without getting the full picture. Aren't I the innocent one here?" Eddy stated. "Besides, the White family is understanding. They won't say anything."
"But if they did, let them talk," he shrugged. "Everyone knows I, Eddy, have been a playboy for years."
Myron raised an eyebrow. "You seem pretty proud of it."
"No, definitely not," Eddy quickly denied.
With a hum of acceptance, Myron stood up. "Now that it's settled, I'll be heading home."
Eddy reached out to stop him but was swiftly shaken off, his action clearly disliked. "Come on, don't leave," he protested.
"Look at you, spending less and less time with me. What's so special at Home anyway?"
Myron's gaze was icy. "I have a wife at home,” he said firmly.
Eddy fell silent, his expression conflicted.
"Never mind, just go."
"I'll stay here and drown my sorrows in booze!" Eddy retorted.
Myron Curtis teased, "Not gonna call a few ladies over for a drink?"
Eddy gestured dismissively, his face a picture of integrity, "Do I look like that kind of guy to you?! I've got a girlfriend now; how could I even think about doing such a thing!"
"That's an insult to me, Myron Curtis!" Eddy’s voice rose in indignation.
Myron Curtis turned and left without a word.
"Leaving."
The door slammed shut behind him.
Eddy slumped on the couch, vainly fussing with his hair.
"I guess I still have some charm." He muttered to himself.
"It's definitely Holly Weiss who doesn't recognize a good thing when she sees it." He added bitterly.
Upon leaving the bar, Myron Curtis sent Holly Weiss Eddy's location to let her know where he was.
Holly Weiss smirked, not the least bit concerned.
"Whatever, let's see who's the tough one!"
After her fierce remark, Holly covered herself with a blanket, but restlessness kept her awake.
Finally, she put on her shoes and headed straight to the bar.
The moment the private room's door opened, the smell of alcohol flooded her senses.
Eddy sat on the sofa, looking disheveled. It was unclear whether he was drunk or sober.
"Are you alright?"
Holly approached and gave him a nudge.
Eddy swayed, then looked up at her with a goofy smile.
"You came."
Seeing the table cluttered with empty bottles, Holly asked, "How much did you drink?"
Unwary, Holly found herself suddenly enveloped in Eddy's embrace.
"You better cherish me." Eddy whispered.
"Or someone else might sweep me off my feet."
Holly rolled her eyes to the heavens, already well aware from a conversation with Luann Weaver that Amanda fancied Eddy.
"Narcissist." She muttered.
"Only someone blind would fall for you!"
"Let go!"
Eddy breathed in the faint scent from her neck.
"I won't let go."
"Don't you plan on going home?" Holly asked.
Eddy looked up blankly, "Home? To your place? Are you inviting me over for some... naughty business?"
Holly was tempted to slap him across the face, but leaving Eddy alone in the bar under current circumstances wasn’t an option.
She gritted her teeth and reluctantly agreed, "Yes."
"Alright then, let's go. To bed." Eddy struggled to his feet and nearly lost his balance.
If Holly hadn't caught him quickly, he might have fallen.
"Can you try pressing your hand against the wall for support?"
"I'm barely five feet tall; you're crushing me here!"
After great effort getting him into the car, Holly was sweating bullets.
She started the engine and sped back as fast as she could.
Fortunately for Eddy, he wasn't too far gone and followed Holly Weiss every step of the way.
After tossing Eddy onto the bed, Holly Weiss let out a sigh of relief. "Finally, that was exhausting. You're crashing in the guest room tonight." Her hand barely grazed the door handle when Eddy's grip pulled her back.
The world spun for a moment, and the scent of alcohol was potent at the tip of her nose. Eddy, drunk and grinning wickedly, pinned her down. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous light and a hint of red, quite the tempting sight.
However, Holly Weiss’s face remained expressionless as she asked, "Having a drunken fit, are we?"
Eddy leaned in to kiss her, but she warned, "You better think this through."
"I've got plenty of tricks for dealing with someone like you."
Holly's small hand pressed firmly against Eddy's face, distorting his features slightly. Through the gaps between her fingers, Eddy gazed at Holly, wishing he could tear off her clothes.
With little effort, he pulled her hand away, securing it tightly, and moved in to kiss her once more. Holly's lips twitched, and her other hand reached for the bedside lamp.
With a smack, the light in Eddy's eyes faded instantly, and his head drooped onto the bed, motionless.
Holly climbed out slowly. "I've told you before, don't use being drunk as an excuse to be a creep. Did you really think I wouldn't hit you?"
She grabbed the remote and switched on the air conditioner, setting the temperature very low. "Freeze!"
But as she was about to leave the room, she turned back, yanked the blanket off, and covered Eddy properly.
