Chapter 354 Abigail's Confession
After giving some quick instructions, Larry waved them off.
The Black Dragon Mansion fell silent once more.
He made his way to the rooftop on the third floor, lay back in a lounge chair, lit a cigarette, and gazed at the starry sky.
His thoughts drifted to the people far away in Sunset City.
Larry was in Southwild.
But his heart was in Sunset City.
He wondered if he would ever get the chance to return to Sunset City in this lifetime.
At that moment, he felt like having a drink.
Too bad Frank wasn't around.
He went downstairs to the wine cellar, grabbed some fine wine that had been gifted by merchants in the past, and returned to the rooftop.
He drank alone, bored.
At that moment, Larry thought of someone.
He couldn't help but take out his phone and call Abigail.
Abigail had been waiting outside the Black Dragon Mansion all day, from morning till night, but Larry had ignored her.
She had returned to her hotel.
She had just finished freshening up.
Wearing her pajamas, Abigail was sitting on the bed, looking at her laptop, organizing the notes she had written over the past few days.
At that moment, her phone rang.
Seeing that it was Larry calling, a smile spread across her face as she quickly answered, "Hey Larry, you finally called."
"Sorry, I've been swamped. What brings you to Southwild?"
"The country needed me, so I came," Abigail replied with a smile, feeling happy that Larry had called her.
"If you're free, come over and have a few drinks with me. I'm bored out of my mind here."
"Sure, I'd love to."
"Where are you? I'll send someone to pick you up."
"No need, I'm at a nearby hotel. I'll be there in a few minutes."
"Alright then."
Larry hung up the phone.
He then leaned back in his chair, hands behind his head, looking at the starry night sky.
Abigail arrived quickly.
In less than ten minutes, she was outside the Black Dragon Mansion.
There were still quite a few people gathered there.
They were all Larry's fans, mostly women, and many of them were quite attractive, holding flowers and waiting for the Black Dragon.
As Abigail approached, she was stopped by the soldiers outside the Black Dragon Mansion.
"The Dragon Lord invited me," Abigail said.
"Miss, this is a restricted area. Unauthorized personnel must leave immediately, or you'll be detained for twenty-four hours," the guard said coldly.
They had heard this excuse countless times.
Abigail had no choice but to call Larry again, putting the call on speaker, "Larry, your men won't let me in."
"Give the phone to him."
Abigail handed the phone to the guard.
The guard took it, puzzled.
"Let her in."
Larry's voice came through the phone.
"Yes, sir."
With the order given, the guard finally allowed her to pass.
Seeing a woman go in, the women at the gate went wild, but they were blocked from entering.
"Why her and not us?"
"Why does she get to go in? This is discrimination. I'm going to file a complaint."
"I want to see the Black Dragon. I want to see him."
Several women shouted.
But the guards at the gate paid them no mind.
There were reporters on the scene.
Many reporters captured the moment and uploaded it online with eye-catching headlines.
"Shocking: A Woman Enters Black Dragon Mansion Late at Night."
The news quickly became a hot topic online.
On the third floor of the Black Dragon Mansion, on the rooftop.
Abigail arrived.
She wore a red spaghetti-strap dress, her long neck and shoulders exposed, red wavy hair cascading over her shoulders, her features delicate, lips sensuous, exuding maturity and allure.
She looked at Larry lying on the chair, then at the wine on the ground, and smiled, "Living the good life, huh?"
Larry turned over and sat up, pointing to a chair beside him, "Have a seat, make yourself comfortable."
Abigail sat across from Larry, adjusting her dress slightly, then closed her legs to avoid any wardrobe malfunction.
Larry didn't notice her unconscious gesture. He picked up a bottle of wine from the ground, tossed one to her, and said with a smile, "Drinking alone is boring. I needed someone to chat with."
Seeing it was strong liquor, Abigail shook her head, "I can't handle this. Red wine would be better."
"I have some. Wait here, I'll get it."
Larry got up, went to the wine cellar, and brought back a few bottles of red wine.
He handed one to Abigail and took a swig from another bottle before asking, "Isn't Sunset City good enough? Why come to Southwild? It's chaotic here, especially for a woman, a beautiful one at that. Aren't you afraid of danger?"
"That's why you're here," Abigail smiled.
Larry was momentarily stunned.
Then he chuckled, "Forget it, let's not talk about that. Let's drink."
Abigail opened the red wine and clinked glasses with Larry.
They drank quite a bit on the rooftop.
By the end, they were both sitting on the ground.
They leaned back to back.
"Larry, I know why I came to Southwild. You pretend not to know, and I understand your attitude, but I had to come. I was afraid I'd regret it if I didn't."
Abigail's face was flushed, her breath fragrant with alcohol.
Larry had also drunk a lot.
But he didn't feel the least bit drunk.
Abigail's words made him fall silent.
"I don't blame you."
Abigail's voice continued.
"You divorced Chloe, but I know you still have her in your heart. I really envy her. If I could choose, I wish I had been the one to save you ten years ago, the one who got disfigured."
"You're drunk," Larry said softly.
He stood up.
As soon as he did, Abigail lost her support and fell over.
Larry quickly caught her, preventing her from falling.
Abigail held onto Larry as she stood up, but she was unsteady, swaying.
"Larry, you know, I've waited for you for ten years. I always believed you weren't dead. I always believed you were still alive."
Abigail hiccuped.
"I didn't expect that when we met again after ten years, you'd be married to Chloe. Do you know how much that hurt me?"
"Seeing you with Chloe, do you know how much it pained me?"
"You don't know. You don't know at all."
"Your heart is only for Chloe."
"Just because she saved you back then, pulled you out of the fire."
"You've already divorced her. Why can't you forget the past and start a new life?"
Abigail had never said these things before.
This time, she poured out her heart.
She had come to Southwild from Sunset City to pursue her happiness, to say these things to Larry.
"Larry, I love you. Forget Chloe. Let's start over, okay?"
Though Abigail was drunk, she spoke earnestly, her flushed face full of hope.
"You're drunk. Let me help you downstairs to rest."
Larry didn't respond to her, helping Abigail downstairs.
He brought her to the living room on the first floor and laid her on the couch.
As soon as she lay down, she fell asleep.
Larry sat beside her, lighting a cigarette.
Smoke swirled around his fingers.
After finishing his cigarette, he took out his phone and called Idris.
Idris arrived quickly.
"Dragon Lord, what do you need?"
Larry stood up, looking at the sleeping Abigail on the couch, sighed, and instructed, "Arrange for her to be safely sent back to Sunset City."
Idris glanced at Abigail and nodded, "Yes, I'll arrange for a few female soldiers to escort her back."
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