Unlike with Harvey, Irene sounded apologetic this time. "What brought you here, Lulu? Ricky told me that you're leaving, but I was too busy although I wanted to check on you."Lulu's eyes were unfocused and swollen, and she rasped, "Irene…"Irene felt her chest tighten when she got a good look at Lulu's face. "What's wrong?""Zachary cheated on me," she said, choking with tears just then.Irene promptly put a hand around her shoulder. "Let's talk elsewhere."It was a chance for Harvey to be helpful, and he naturally took it. "I know a place where you won't be disturbed, and you could get a few drinks there as well."Irene was concerned about Lulu, and gave him a brief look before saying, "Fine. Take us there.""Alright." Harvey promptly ran off to get his car, while Irene kept her hand around Lulu even as they got in.…Soon, they arrived at an exclusive nightclub, where Harvey had a private box reserved all year round. After Irene brought Lulu inside, Harvey started to foll
Lulu asked, "Does it matter?""Of course it does," Irene said. "If Mrs. Slate was the reason Zachary got in bed with that woman, it means it was against his consent—that he didn't mean to cheat on you."Lulu breathed a long sigh. "Doesn't matter now. Even if he wasn't willing, she's pregnant with his child. Do you think he'd demand that she get an abortion?"Iren became silent—Lulu was right. With the other woman being pregnant with Zachary's child while also being Mrs. Slate first choice for Zachary's fiancee, Mrs. Slate would definitely urge them to tie the knot soon."But what about you?" Irene asked.Lulu turned to look elsewhere, but her gaze was unfocused. After a long silence, she finally said, "Maybe we're destined to never be together. It's as if fate wants to keep us separate even after all that we've been through—we're never getting back together."As Irene sighed, Lulu wiped her face firmly and said, "Drink with me, Irene. I'll still be me after tonight, but no mo
Harvey snapped, "What's that look for? Are you so drunk you can't tell who I am?"Irene was disappointed. "Could you shut up? I thought you were Isaac…"Harvey was speechless, before snorting in frustration and rolling his eyes. "Why, so that you can keep pretending I'm him? There isn't an ounce of resemblance between us.""Of course. You're not as handsome as he is…"Harvey was left speechless again. "Could you stop talking about him? No matter how great he is, I'm the one who has to take care of you now.""Why can't I talk about him? He's my husband, and I miss him. I can talk about him as much as I want." Irene had no filter now that she was drunk, and could easily say what she usually would not. Her words left Harvey utterly speechless in turn—could she stop hurting her ego like this?"Go home and flaunt all you want," he said with a snort.Did she not get embarrassed from mentioning Isaac so many times?Irene wobbled up to her feet just then, but just as she tried to
'Stop!'Even as Harvey was screaming inside his head, Irene was already throwing up… right in his face!While Harvey was left utterly flabbergasted, Irene herself was disgusted by her own carnage, and promptly rushed to the washroom where she kept throwing up.Harvey was left outside, unable to even begin to describe what he was feeling.It was the first time he had someone throw up in his face… No, there would probably not be more than a handful of individuals who had ever experienced this! And there was no way he could flip out! Who could get petty with a drunk woman anyway? In fact, doing so would cheapen him! Fortunately, he had a room in the nightclub as well, so he took a bath and had one of the attendants buy him a set of clean clothes.After he cleaned up and returned to the private room, he found Irene asleep on the couch.Glancing at the clock and seeing that it was already midnight, he sighed and carried her to his room, tucked her into bed, and pulled the blan
Isaac reached out for his phone and saw that someone sent him a photo, and tapped on it to find a photo of Irene sleeping.His expression stiffened right then, and he frowned as he soon received a text.[She is with me.]…Harvey settled into his couch and folded his legs, shaking it after sending that text. Isaac was abroad, so he could do nothing but worry when he saw the text, right?Even if he rushed back right away, he would still be left feeling antsy throughout the journey. Bzzt—Irene's phone started to ring just then.Unsurprised at all, Harvey held back a smile. "Guess someone's worried."He glanced at Irene, who felt something moving on her and fidgeted in irritation. Harvey took the phone out of her pocket, whispering, "Keep sleeping. I'll take this for you."Irene was feeling muddled-headed—any sound was a source of irritation, and she simply turned her back to him.As for Harvey, he chuckled when he saw that it was Isaac. The man was anxious!"Haha…" He
Irene took a good look at the person in front of her—that angry face looked just like Isaac!Suddenly, her heart was racing, and she wanted to run."I-Isaac?" She gulped, and tried to touch to decide if it was reality or fantasy.However, before she could reach him, Isaac turned and stepped out of the room, growling, "Come with me."Irene was left at a loss of words, and was left sitting on the bed, her thoughts barely keeping up, She looked at Harvey, and then at Stan and James who were standing at the doorway.Her head suddenly hurt, and she rubbed her temples—it still took a while for her headache to subside.As her mind cleared up, she thought that since James and Stan were both there… Isaac must have returned.So, it really was him just now?Panicking, she leaped off the bed and ran out of the room without stopping to put on her shoes.At the same time, Stan and James shot Harvey a look, and snorted with contempt—what he did was despicable and ungentlemanly!Harvey, ho
Irene thought that even if she had yet to actually sober up, Isaac would stir enough fear in her to make her sober.Giving him a meek look, she asked again, "When did you get back?"From Isaac's perspective, the repeated question was a sign that she was not sober."We'll talk when we get home," he said flatly.Irene was left speechless—he was still angry with her!Firmly rubbing her cheeks, she began, "Actually—""Talk when you're sober." He cut her short, leaving her at a loss for words again.Well, that suited her just fine since she was sick anyway. Although she was now thinking straight, her stomach was uncomfortable. She leaned against her seat as the car drove on steadily, and since her eyes were heavy, she slowly closed her eyes.Isaac studied her from head to toe just then, and scowled when he saw that her clothes were wrinkled and she was not wearing shoes. Still, she looked exhausted, and he refrained from snapping at her. There were not many cars on the road,
Irene did want to weasel her way out of that and deliberately miss the point.Judging from Isaac's reaction, however, she was not getting out of this if she did not explain herself. Clearing her throat, she said, "So… Lulu and Zachary were fighting because Zachary cheated on her. Lulu was feeling terrible, so I drank with her… and ended up having too much to drink.""Why was Harvey with you?" That was what Isaac cared most about, so Irene continued, "Lulu wanted to get drunk, but I couldn't think of any places. Harvey suggested that nightclub, and we used his private box…"Her voice trailed off at the last part."And?""And I kept Harvey outside, while Lulu and I drank inside. Check the cameras if you don't believe me." She might have drunk too much yesterday, but she still remembered everything before she got drunk.Bzzt—Isaac's phone suddenly vibrated on the table, and he picked it up to see that it was another photo from Harvey.It was from one of the nightclub's came