Chapter 20
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Adam looked down at his shirt, covered in stains, and finally clicked what Dolores had blurted out. “Adam, I’m gonna puke
“Dolores Sherry” He ground out her name between clenched teeth
The air hang tense for a moment, the only sound their ragged breathing.
Adam, either too tired to argue with a drunk or just fed up with the mess, grabbed a bottle of water and forcefully rinsed her mouth before storming of to the bathroom, his face twisted in annoyance.
Ten minutes later. Adam came back out wrapped in a towel. Dolores was already fast asleep, curled up on the bed. He dried has hair and called to have some fresh clothes delivered.
The hotel room was on the 45th floor, with a panoramic view of Marvilla’s city lights–vibrant and stunning, a silent and spectacular visual feast.
Lighting a cigarette, Adam turned to look at Dolores through the smoke. The soft light cast a gentle glow on her petite face, half–hidden by the pillow. Her cheeks were faintly pink, making her look serene and adorable.
After stubbing out his cigarette, Adam walked over to the bed, pulled back the covers, and sat down, only for Dolores to suddenly kick out at him and mumble, “Get the hell out…
The kick was unexpected, sending a jolt of pain through his waist. He grunted, feeling like his kidneys had been jolted, “Dolores,” he growled, anger simmering as he grabbed her chin. “You did that on purpose, didn’t you?”
Dolores continued to sleep soundly, oblivious to his accusation.
As dawn broke, the first rays of sunlight pierced through the curtains, stinging Dolores’s eyes.
She stared blankly at the ceiling slowly realizing this wasn’t her apartment. The hangover washed over her like a wave, and she forced herself to sit. up, taking in the unfamiliar luxury of the hotel room.
Looking down, she noticed her clothes from the previous night were gone, replaced by a large, high–quality men’s shirt. Familiar with Adam’s scent after three years of marriage, she knew the shirt was his, even in his absence,
After washing up, Dolores searched the room for her clothes without success and decided to check the living room.
Last night’s drunken blackout had left her with no memory of the events, but based on Adam’s typical indifference and how she felt, he had probably only changed her clothes out of disgust, not kindness.
As she was about to leave the bedroom, she overheard Olaf’s voice from the living room. “Theo is hosting a bash at Seldora tonight. You in?”
Startled, Dolores pulled back. She hadn’t expected anyone else to be there; she was only wearing Adam’s shirt, which barely reached mid–thigh and nothing underneath
Just as she was about to shut the door, Adam’s piercing gaze locked onto her scantily clad form, his eyes flashing with complex emotions
Olaf caught his look, but before he could get a good glimpse, Adam quickly stepped up, effectively blocking his view.
“Understood, you can head out now,” Adam responded.
With that, Dolores quickly closed the door.
Realizing what might be happening, Olaf nodded in understanding and left the suite.
In the bedroom, Dolores buried her half–naked body deep under the covers, desperate for a bit of safety. Shortly after, Adam barged in, eyeing the coiled figure on the bed.
A sarcastic smile spread across his face. “Suddenly shy, are we?”
Dolores knew exactly what he was hinting at and retorted sharply. “People fuck up, Adam. Thanks for the wake–up call
Adam narrowed his eyes, sensing the venom in her words,
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Undeterred, the continued. “Seriously, without a few dicks in my life, how would I ever learn to play it cool Thanks to your stella swear, even a dog would be an upgrade”
His face twisted with anger, but before he could map back. Dolores shifted gears. “Where are my clothes
He sneered, “Why dont you ask a dog to fetch them for you?”
(example)
Left speechless for a moment. Dolores quickly recovered, just as Adam changed the subject. “Tonight, you’re coming with me to tebdora”
Seldora was Theo’s residence. She hadn’t known Theo was back, and the certainly wasn’t invited to any party there. The idea repulsed her, she didn’t want to see Thea, and the definitely didn’t want to go anywhere with Adam.
“I’m not going” she declared, her voice flat.
turned icy. “As Mr. Walcom, attending these events with me is part of your damn job”
The title “Mr. Walcom” stung like a stap. “If your mom hadn’t had that episode yesterday, we would be divorced by now she shot back, the disgust
in her voice.
She felt it was utterly pointless to fake affection when their marriage was a ticking time bomb–it was downright disgusting, to both themirive
Adam turned away, his eyes cold and his voice devoid of any warmth. “We’re not divorced yet, you’re still Mrs. Walcott. You get the perics, you deal with the shit that comes with them”
Dolores let out a biner laugh, her voice laced with irony, “Oh, the perks of being Mrs. Walcott? Top of the list was playing errand bitch at the Walcom Group for three years?
Suddenly, the shrill ring of the wall intercom cut through their squabbles. Adam marched over and hit the answer button
“Mr. Walcott, the clothes you ordered for Mrs. Walcom have arrived” announced Paul, his voice clear. “Also, Mr. Lyons is insisting on | apologizing to Mrs. Walcott He has been camping out since last night. I didn’t make any calls without your say–so
(personally (
The previous night. Kennard was furled by frustration and daring So he had intercepted Olaf, eager to discover Dolores’s real identity. Instead, he was shaken to his core by the revelation that spilled from Olaf’s lips–Dolores was Adam’s wife,
Ar that moment. Adam turned to Dolores and said, “Do you honestly think Kennard would’ve come crawling back to apologize if you weren’t Mr.
seur straight to the chase, targeting her earlier jab.
On the other end of the intercom. Paul was still patiently waiting for instructions, the air thick with tension.
Dolores snorted, her voice dripping with scorn and alienation. “I won’t be Mrs. Walcot much longer, and I sure as hell don’t need his apology. Tell him be can save himself the trouble,”
Her message was clear–leave me alone, it’s damn infuriating
