Billionaire’s Second Chance: Winning Her Back
Chapter 20 Honey, Please Don’t Divorce Me
Honey, hug me Christopher leaned in, rubbing his nose against my cheek. His big hand wrapped around mine, and his dry palm
Telt cold.
Ivan chuckled, looking pretty pleased with himself, “Hope, you know what? It’s a good thing I didn’t call Evelyn, or she would’ve lost
In the corner, Cecil kept his head down, staying quiet.
1 tried to pull my hand away, but a drunk Christopher was even more stubborn than when he was sober. He wouldn’t budge, so I had to let him be.
Ivan helped me get Christopher into the cat before going back to find Cecil, who was just as drunk.
I got in the car and immediately rolled down the window. Normally, the smell of alcohol didn’t bother me, sick.
but today it made me feel
It was late, and the city streets were empty. Being woken up in the middle of the night, on top of everything that happened today, had me fuming. I stomped on the gas and brake pedals a few times.
The sudden stops and starts threw Christopher forward and then yanked him back by the seatbelt, leaving him in an awkward position in the back seat. Annoyed by the rough ride, he mumbled, Donald, slow down!”
“If you’re not happy. get out and walk,” I snapped.
“Don’t you dare throw up.” I warned, feeling a shiver run down my spine. “Swallow it!”
I was beyond irritated. Ever since I was a kid, I couldn’t stand seeing or hearing someone throw up. Now that I was pregnant, it was even worse. If Christopher threw up, I knew I’d follow right after.
Hearing Christopher burp and then quiet down, I finally relaxed a bit
About ten minutes later, the car slowly pulled into the driveway. “Were home, Christopher,” I said as I opened the car door.
out of the
Unexpectedly, the drunken Christopher fell out of the car as I opened the door. I frowned and reluctantly helped him up. “Can you stand on your own?”
No response.
I had to call Donna, who was sound asleep, to help me get Christopher back to his room.
“Mrs. Valence, is there anything else I can do for you? Donna asked
“No, you go back to sleep,” I replied, feeling a bit embarrassed for disturbing her.
After Donna left, I endured the nausea from the smell of alcohol and bent down to take off Christopher’s shoes and tie. As I was about to leave, I felt his hand suddenly grab mine.
He murmured, “Honey,”
1 didn’t think he was talking to me. It was more likely that he and Evelyn had reached the point where he called her “honey.”
pried open his eyelids. “Christopher, look at me. Who am 17”
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Chapter 20 Honey, Please Don’t Divorce Me
Honey, he mumbled, turning away from my touch and holding my closer. “Hope, my wife is Hope.”
My heart skipped a beat. But I reminded myself that Christopher way just drunk, and it didn’t mean anything. When he was sober, he would choose someone else.
1 parsed my lips and said calmly, “Really? But you don’t even like he Marrying a woman you don’t like must be tough for you.”
Christopher’s words to Bentley in the office were etched clearly in mind..
I thought to myself, Hope, don’t be foolish anymore.
“It’s not tough, Christopher said, rubbing the back of my hand. His usually cold face showed a hint of satisfaction as he drunkenly murmured. “My wife is great. She’s the best woman.”
At least you’re not blind, I thought. Since marrying into the Valence family, I had done my best for both the elders and Christopher. Even if he didn’t have feelings for me, he couldn’t fault my actions.
Christopher mumbled a few more words I couldn’t make out, then fe asleep again. Once he was sound asleep, I pulled my hand away and went downstairs to make him some lemonade.
After drinking too much, he often woke up in the middle of the night. A bowl of lemonade would prevent a hangover the next day. It had become a habit over the past three years. Even though the divorce papers were ready and I had moved out of this house, I still instinctively took care of him.
As I poured the lemonade from the pot, I realized what I was doing and slapped my forehead in frustration. What was I doing?
I wanted to leave, but wasting it didn’t feel right either. I decided just to do a good deed and take care of a stray dog, finding a
reasonable excuse for myself.
Once the lemonade was ready, I carried it upstairs. I intended to leave it by the bedside and go, but as I approached the bed, I met a pair of blue eyes.
I froze, feeling inexplicably uneasy. “You’re awake?”
“Yeah.”
“I made some lemonade for you,” I said, placing the bowl on the bedside table. “Drink or don’t drink, it’s up to you.”
With that, I turned to leave. But to my surprise, Christopher, who had been dead drunk half an hour ago, suddenly reached out and tightly wrapped his arm around my waist.
“Honey, please don’t divorce me, okay?”
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My husband and I have been married for two years, but he has always been very cold towards me. Not only that, he has also been having affairs with other women. I lost all hope in him and threw a divorce agreement in his face. I’m done with this; let’s get a divorce!
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