Chapter 723 Drunk
"It ain't gonna happen. Even if he's really sick, he'll bounce back," she thought.
Sarah dashed upstairs and flung open the door, only to find the room pitch black and empty.
She stepped in and flicked on the light. The unfamiliar room had this cold, indifferent vibe.
"Where the heck did he go? Is he feeling sick?" she worried.
Sarah plopped down on the sofa, feeling every second drag by in agony, even starting to regret yelling at him earlier.
Thinking about all the recent drama, a wave of intense fatigue hit her, and she dozed off on the sofa while waiting.
Antonio hadn't meant to cause such a mess, but he was really hurt.
He stood there for what felt like forever, numb.
"Does Sarah really wanna get to know that Anthony guy better?" he thought. The mere thought of it made him feel breathless.
He even thought about doing whatever it took to win her back.
But what good would it do? Sarah's heart wasn't with him.
Thinking this, Antonio gave a bitter smile, finally turned around slowly, and trudged to the car parked nearby.
He didn't go back to the hotel Sarah had booked but headed to the place he had reserved earlier.
The hotel room was still set up the way Antonio had requested; the petals on the floor had wilted, and the candles were unlit.
Now, it all seemed like wishful thinking.
A self-mocking smile crept onto his lips as he grabbed a bottle of liquor from the shelf, opened it, and started drinking.
He figured if he got drunk enough, maybe he wouldn't feel the pain anymore.
Antonio slumped to the ground, the number of empty bottles at his feet growing, completely unaware that Sarah was waiting for him on the other side.
Sarah slept until morning, waking up from the cold.
She reached for a blanket from the cabinet and, upon turning back, saw the empty bed, freezing in place, realizing Antonio hadn't come back all night.
Realizing this, Sarah's brow furrowed, and it took her a while to snap out of it and frantically look for her phone.
There were no missed calls or messages from him.
Instead, there was a text from an unknown number.
Sarah clicked on it casually, and the next second, she was shocked.
"No way," she thought.
The photo showed Antonio in just a bathrobe, the collar wide open, his chest covered in intimate marks.
And in his arms, Margaret was blushing, wearing nothing!
She recognized her as the same Margaret who had been in Antonio's car at the airport last time.
"So, he didn't come back last night because he was with Margaret? No, impossible," she pondered.
She didn't believe Antonio would do such a thing.
But Sarah couldn't stop herself from trembling all over, her mind going blank.
She decided she had to ask him in person.
Sarah suppressed her inner panic, found his number, and frantically called Antonio.
But no one answered!
Sarah didn't know how many times she called, like a robot, not knowing what else to do besides calling.
Her mind replayed the intimate photos over and over like a movie.
Suddenly, Sarah's stomach churned, the unbearable nausea making her eyes red. She quickly threw down her phone and ran to the bathroom.
Since becoming pregnant, she had never had such severe morning sickness.
But this time, it felt like she was going to vomit her stomach out.
Finally done, she slumped in front of the toilet, reaching out to flush.
Right now, Sarah's forehead was drenched in cold sweat, her hair all damp, and her eyes bloodshot from crying.
She shut her eyes, and the tears just rolled down.
'Why didn't he pick up? Is he really in Margaret's bed?' she thought.
Just thinking about it made Sarah feel like her heart was in a vise, the pain making it hard to breathe.
Meanwhile, Antonio had no clue about any of this.
He woke up much later, having drunk way too much the night before.
The hangover hit him with a splitting headache.
Antonio glanced around, a self-mocking smile creeping onto his lips again.
He didn't go back last night; what would Sarah think?
Did she even notice he didn't come back?
Maybe to her, he wasn't important at all.
Despite thinking this, Antonio still grabbed his phone first thing, holding onto a faint hope that Sarah might have reached out to him.
But as soon as he turned on his phone and saw the screen, his face changed dramatically.
Sarah hadn't contacted him all night, but she had called him dozens of times that morning!
"Could something have happened to her?" he worried.
Antonio couldn't think of anything else, running downstairs while calling her back, but no one answered.
He was in a panic and quickly took a cab back to the hotel.
When he rushed into the room as fast as he could, Sarah had already washed her face and returned to the living room, sitting quietly on the sofa, her face pale as a sheet.
Antonio's heart was in his throat. He ran over and knelt in front of her, checking her up and down, asking nervously, "Sarah, are you okay? Hmm?"
He then explained, "I'm sorry, I drank too much last night and missed your calls. I'm sorry."
He apologized while carefully examining her, only relaxing when he was sure she was okay.
"Sarah," he called out again.
Sarah just looked at him, her expression indifferent.
Antonio's heart tightened, and he cupped her face, asking with concern, "What happened to you? Tell me."
He believed something must have happened that he didn't know about; otherwise, Sarah wouldn't be like this. He would rather she yelled at him as soon as he came back than see her like this, like a puppet.
Sarah listened to his voice, gentle and cautious, as if afraid of scaring her.
Her eyes moved slightly, and she tried to control herself, her voice hoarse, uttering, "Don't say anything, just take off your clothes."
Antonio thought he had misheard, asking, "What?"
"Take off your clothes!" she repeated.
The red in Sarah's eyes was even more intense than his. She suddenly reached out to pull at his clothes, shouting, "Take them off and let me see!"
"Okay! I'll take them off!" he said,
Antonio was startled by her agitation and quickly said softly, "I'll take them off, okay? Don't get upset, don't hurt yourself."
Sarah stared at him, not blinking.
Even Antonio could feel the suppressed emotions in her.
"What has happened to her?" he couldn't figure out.
His heart ached, but he didn't dare delay, quickly taking off his shirt.
"Should I take off more?" he asked.
Sarah didn't speak, staring at his chest without blinking, murmuring to herself, "Nothing?"
She even reached out to confirm, but the fact was that Antonio's chest was clean, with no intimate marks, only two bite marks near his collarbone.
Those were from the day before yesterday when she had bitten him.
But the bed photos she had just received showed that the "Antonio" in them had many love bites on his exposed skin.
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