Chapter 392 Don't Tell Anyone
Eric was called to a meeting at the Clark Group by Maurice. Halfway through the meeting, he received a call from Edward, telling him to come to his villa immediately if he was still alive.
He had to leave the Clark Group under the curious eyes of everyone.
Eric sped to Edward's villa.
Before he even entered the gate, he saw a thick cloud of smoke above the house, like a volcano about to erupt. His face turned pale with fear, and he rushed inside.
Finally, he found Edward in the backyard, burning something in a metal barrel.
Edward stood by the flames, his handsome face pale, with an unresolvable sorrow between his deeply furrowed brows. The daylight firelight illuminated his face, making him look both attractive and desolate, like a lonely statue standing in the ruins of a war-torn battlefield.
Eric was completely flustered. He quickly walked up to him and asked urgently, "Edward? Edward? What's wrong with you? What are you burning?"
Before he could finish speaking, Edward threw another item into the flames.
Eric looked closely and saw that it was a photo of him and Nicole!
"After I was drugged, was it you who brought me here?" Edward suddenly asked in a low voice.
"Yes, I only knew this place. You used to come here often, didn't you?"
Eric still didn't understand the situation and said straightforwardly, "You were in such a state, I couldn't take you back to Riverside Villa, and I couldn't take you to my house. I could only settle you here."
Edward lifted his eyelids. "Evelyn, did you call her here?"
"Yes, when you were out of your mind, you kept calling Evelyn's name. As a friend, I had to help you out, so I made up a lie to get Evelyn here."
Eric looked around in surprise and asked, "Where's Evelyn? Did she leave?"
Suddenly, there was a loud bang!
Edward, with bloodshot eyes, kicked the burning barrel to the ground in a fit of rage!
Sparks flew and scattered on Eric, who quickly used his arm to shield his face. But the hot sparks still burned holes in his expensive suit, and a lock of his hair was singed!
"Edward, are you crazy? Are you trying to burn me too?" Eric's face turned red with anger as he hurriedly patted out the sparks on his body.
Edward's body had not yet recovered. At this moment, his hands were clenched into fists, he was panting heavily, and sweat had soaked through his thin shirt. He glared at Eric with uncontrollable anger.
"How could you bring her here? How could you!"
"What's wrong with this place?" Eric was completely confused and hadn't realized the seriousness of the situation.
"This villa was a gift I gave to Nicole. Bringing Evelyn here is like making her hate me even more!"
Edward almost roared, his whole body trembling uncontrollably.
This scene really scared Eric.
They had been good friends since childhood. When had Edward ever lost control of his emotions like this in front of him? When had he ever taken out his anger on him like this?
He really cared about Evelyn, his heart was full of her.
"Edward, I...I really didn't know."
"I had already asked Bart to sell this villa, but it hadn't been sold yet. I also asked Bart to deal with everything in the villa, including these photos of Nicole, as soon as possible."
Edward was trembling violently, his fingers tightly gripping his hair, feeling like his head was about to split open, "It was my negligence, all my fault. If I had known, if I had known..."
Edward suddenly collapsed to the ground as if his soul had been drained!
"Edward!" Eric shouted and hurriedly went to help Edward up, "What's going on? Why are you shaking so much? Are you cold, Edward?"
"Eric, do you know?" Edward's hands tightened on the ground, his dark eyes filled with tears, "The most hurtful thing to Evelyn is my past with Nicole, which broke her heart. The moment she saw the photos, I knew I was done for. We were done for."
"It's not over! It's not over! Who said it's over?"
Eric saw Edward suffering from love, torturing himself to the point of being unrecognizable, and his heart ached, "It's all my fault, my fault! You're so busy, and your health is so poor, how could you have time to deal with these trivial matters? It's all my fault, all my fault! I'll go find Evelyn and explain, I'll go explain to her!"
Edward tightly grabbed him, shaking his head with a bitter smile, "In the end, it's all because of me. What's the use of explaining? Even if I explain, can it erase the past that hurt her?"
"Edward." Eric took a deep breath, almost crying.
Was there anyone who loved more painfully than he did?
Eric took Edward upstairs, and he soon fell asleep.
His post-traumatic stress disorder was far more severe than he had imagined. This only happened in front of him. If it happened in front of others, the consequences would be unimaginable.
Edward might lose everything he had worked so hard for over the past decade.
Eric came down the stairs and happened to meet Bart coming in.
"Mr. Clark." Bart had already heard about the incident on the phone on his way here.
At this moment, he was full of guilt, his face red, and he was on the verge of tears.
"It's not all your fault!" Eric really wanted to slap himself, regretting it deeply.
"I...I'll go explain to Ms. Taylor tomorrow. If she really doesn't forgive Mr. Wellington, I'll submit my resignation." Bart rubbed his eyes.
"Don't be ridiculous! You've been with Edward for almost ten years. Without you, Edward wouldn't even enjoy his meals."
Eric helplessly rubbed his forehead, "I made the mess, so I'll clean it up. But Evelyn has to be willing to see me first. In the meantime, take good care of Edward. Don't tell anyone about his illness, including Byron!"
Bart gritted his teeth and nodded solemnly.
Eric settled everything and dragged his exhausted body back to his and Molly's home.
On the way, he recalled helping Edward back to his room, where a subtle atmosphere lingered.
He could tell at a glance that they must have done everything last night.
Since they could sleep together, it meant Evelyn still had feelings for Edward. It was just a few old photos that hadn't been dealt with in time. Was it really that unacceptable? Was this jealousy?
"Eric!"
Seeing Eric return, Molly ran up and jumped into his arms, wrapping her arms and legs around him like a cute little koala.
"Call me hubby." Eric gently corrected.
"Hubby," Molly obediently changed her address, her face blushing.
"Good girl, give me a kiss."
Eric's large hand supported her small, perky butt, and his cool lips kissed her rosy lips, making a smacking sound.
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