Depressed

Chapter fifty-eight
Jayde
I smile wildly as I stare at Declan's eyes that have gone wider and darker in shock.
"Oh my God! What if someone sees us! Or you!" He scolds, even though that sounds like music to my ears.
But I'm not that drunk, right?
I giggle as he steadies me on the ground.
"Oh Damn! You are so drunk!" He laments and walks me to his car.
He opens the door and lets me get in. I watch him close the door and walk to the driver's seat.
I look at him, "I'm not drunk you know? I only drank a cup and a half."
He spared me a glance and hiss, " Damn! What happened to you?"
It's funny I feel so tipsy, yet I can hear every word and I can even see everything that's happening around me.
"Have you ever been so sad that you couldn't do anything but get drunk?"
" Sure!" He says and starts the engine, " and I love following my mind," he pulls out of the street.
And it felt like I found some solace just by leaving the neighborhood, "Where are we going?"
"My house!" He says and drives into another street.
I look at him closely, using the medium to give him deep scrutiny. He's handsome with a divine jawline. Cute is the word for him.
There are a lot of questions I have for him. Why is he so concerned about me? Why does he want me to quit all this?
He seems so worried about me, which is contradicting what he did the first time I met him. The day he kissed me after embarrassing me and promising to fire me. Which he did when I needed the work the most.
And then the second time he kissed me. After driving me home. It still looks so surreal to me that he's not exposing the truth himself. I expected that. I expected him to voice out to the public that I'm not the real Hattie.
And I wonder why he didn't. I wonder why he's so bent on convincing me and making me see for myself so I can leave.
Doesn't that mean he respects my decision?
Or does it mean he has hidden agenda?
"What?" he says suddenly, startling me, "Do you have questions? Or something to say? You've been looking at me for a moment now."
I scoff, " You are handsome, you know!" I say then cover my mouth with my hand immediately.
It's like I'm free to say whatever I want. I feel like I can say anything at any time. Damn! I must be getting drunk.
He glanced at me, "I know," he pouts.
I look away, smiling. He's funny.
I sober for a moment, then decide to tell him about the divorce. It's what he had always wanted anyways.
"Beatrice called me. She gave me three days to think of a reason to file a divorce."
" What?" He seems so surprised. He pulls inside his compound, stops the car, and turns to look at me, "What did you just say?"
I look at him, "I'm leaving as you have always wanted. I have just three days to round everything up."
Declan sighs, " Is that why you are drinking?"
I smile, " It has been a while I've drank, that's why."
He runs my hair slightly, " You don't know how to lie," he withdraws, "Well, it's the best in this situation. I only want you to be saved."
I smile again, " Thanks! You have always been after my health," I yawn and try to keep my sticky eyes open.
" Come, you need to sleep."
He walks down and comes to my side. He opens the door, " let's get you inside."
He grabs me and I put my hand around his neck for his convenience.
I suddenly can't even hold my eyes open again. The impact makes me fall back to the chair but not only me this time.
I can feel Declan's lips on mine as I drift off into wonderland.