Chapter 382 Drowning His Sorrows in Booze
After getting David back to his apartment, I carefully helped him into the elevator and up to his floor.
As soon as I knocked on the door, Wren, the servant, rushed to greet us.
Seeing David in such a drunken state, she couldn't help but exclaim, "Oh no, he's drunk again!"
My heart tightened, and I quickly asked, "Does this happen a lot?"
Wren's expression soured, and she sighed, "Yeah. Ever since the Wilson family hit hard times, David's been drowning his sorrows in booze."
She helped me settle David onto the couch.
Wren then turned to pour me a glass of water and brought a damp towel. As she gently wiped David's face, she muttered, "Diana, you have no idea just how much pain David has been keeping bottled up inside."
I looked at Wren, full of questions.
She sighed heavily and continued, "He was forced by his family to marry Fiona. With pressure from his family and business being controlled by others, he had no choice. He thought marriage would bring some stability, but Fiona, who seemed carefree on the surface, was actually very difficult to get along with. David's position at home was low, and the Wilson family's business depended on the Griffin family, leaving him stuck in the middle."
As I listened to Wren, I felt heavy with sorrow.
The once confident and cheerful David had been forced into a bitter and helpless marriage under the weight of family pressure, now reduced to this state of drinking to numb his pain. I couldn't help but think of the times we spent together, when his eyes always shone with confidence. Now, they were clouded with pain and confusion.
I glanced at David, sleeping on the couch, his brows still knitted together, as if his troubles haunted him even in his dreams.
I opened my mouth to say something, but my throat felt blocked, and no sound came out.
Wren paused, her eyes filled with pity. She continued, "Recently, Fiona demanded a divorce, and the Griffin family extorted a large sum from the Wilson family, making their financial situation even worse. Seeing David shut himself away in his room all day or heading out to drink breaks my heart."
I suddenly felt a pang of sympathy, realizing how much David had endured.
Lost in thought, I was jolted when David suddenly reached out and seized my wrist, his grip so tight that it sent a sting of pain through me.
He slowly opened his eyes, staring straight at me with a mix of emotions—longing, pain, and something I couldn't quite decipher.
"Diana, don't go; don't leave me," he murmured, his voice tinged with a barely noticeable sob.
My heart ached, and I instinctively wanted to pull my hand away, but I couldn't bring myself to do it.
I gently reassured him, "I'm not going anywhere. Just get some sleep, and we'll talk tomorrow."
Yet David seemed not to hear me, continuing to speak to himself, "I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have, shouldn't have given up..."His words were all over the place, but I got it—he was spilling his guts, thanks to the booze.
Wren watched from the side, shaking her head. "David's always had you in his heart, Diana. Ever since he split from Fiona, he's been mentioning your name even more."
I sat there quietly, letting David hold my hand until his breathing steadied and he drifted back into a deep sleep. Only then did I gently pull my hand away.
Looking at the familiar yet changed David in front of me, my emotions were a tangled mess.
Wren patted my shoulder gently, speaking earnestly, "Diana, thanks for coming tonight. David really needs someone to care for him."
I looked at the sleeping David, my thoughts all over the place.
I knew I should leave now, cut ties with the past, and go back to my peaceful life. So, I stood up, straightened my clothes, and got ready to say goodbye.
Wren seemed to read my mind and said with concern, "Diana, it's so late. It's not safe for you to go home alone. The guest room is all set up and clean. Why don't you stay the night and leave in the morning?"
I hesitated, feeling a bit conflicted. "Isn't that a bit inconvenient?" I asked.
Wren frowned slightly, her tone gentle yet firm. "You've spent so much time worrying about David tonight. You should rest too. If you leave now, I'll be worried about you. Stay, get a good night's sleep, and head out in the morning. I won't stop you then."
I bit my lip, staring out into the dark night before glancing back at David on the couch. My resolve started to waver.
Finally, I sighed and nodded. "Alright, thank you."
Wren smiled with relief. "I'm just glad you're staying."
She led me to the guest room, making sure everything was ready before leaving.
I sat on the edge of the bed, looking around the room that felt both strange and familiar, my mind racing. What would become of David and me after tonight?
I fell into a restless sleep, only to be awakened by noises from the living room. I got up quietly and walked to the door, seeing David pacing angrily.
I took a deep breath, calming myself before walking up to him. He looked startled, a mix of panic and hope in his eyes.
Before he could speak, I said, "The past and the pain can't be changed. I know you're hurting, but staying stuck in this mess will only make it worse."
Hearing this, David stopped in his tracks, his anger turning to deep sorrow.
He opened his mouth, struggling to speak, "Diana, you don't understand. Those days were like a nightmare I can't escape."
He slowly raised his hand, rubbing his furrowed brow. "I thought that by following my family's wishes, I could find peace and keep the family and business stable. But all it brought was deeper pain and endless torment."
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