At that thought, Brettley was even more annoyed. He picked up the wine glass and downed it all in one go.
Seeing how fast he drank, Nellie was stunned. Before she could pour more for him, Brettley immediately took over the wine bottle. He drank it straight from the bottle.
Bethan and the two kids were stunned, looking at Brettley finishing the bottle in one go.
Thud!
He placed the empty wine bottle on the dining table. “Is there more?”
Neil and Nellie looked at each other. “Yes! “
“I ‘ll go get it!”
Neil immediately got down from the chair and went to take two more bottles.
Bethan furrowed her brows and glanced at Neil sternly. “Stop playing around.”
“I’m not. Mr. Morrison wants to drink, right?”
Neil opened two more bottles of wine and placed them right in front of Brettley. “Mr. Morrison, please.”
He wanted to see what the man looked like when he was drunk!
Brettley did not hesitate. Perhaps he was too annoyed the entire day. There was nothing more annoying than finding out the wife that you loved had become the type of person that you hated.
He waited for her for six years, and what came back was a completely different Alice Peterson. He even had planned for a divorce.
He felt suffocated and helpless. He felt that his passion had been doused by cold water.
Perhaps he was too heartless, perhaps she has changed too much.
No matter what, everything was different from what he imagined it to be.
One bottle after the other. By the third bottle, Brettley was leaning back on the chair rather listlessly. “Is there more?”
“There is.”
Neil furrowed his brows. He wanted to jump down to get more when he was stopped by Bethan.
Bethan glared at Neil coldly. “Are you trying to get him to end up in the hospital?”
Brettley has already gone to the hospital once because of his stomach problem.
Neil stopped, then obediently returned to the dining table.
Bethan took a deep breath. In the end, she stood up and helped Brettley to her bedroom.
She should have placed him on the sofa. She did not feel that Brettley had the right to sleep in her bed, but she was afraid that he might run out drunk and something might happen to him, so putting him in her bedroom would be safer.
However, Bethan did not expect that once she put him on her bed, he immediately pulled her over and pinned her to the bed.
The bedroom door was secretly closed by a small hand.
Before Bethan could react, Brettley kissed her, reeking of alcohol.
She could barely gasp for air.
After a long while, Brettley let her go. His eyes were in a drunken daze. “You were almost Mrs. Quinn?
Where did it go wrong?”
Bethan furrowed her brows. She lifted her hands and wanted to push him away, but he held her tightly, she could not even push away.
Kisses from Brettley rained down on her.
After a long while, she could hear his low, muffled voice ringing next to her ears.
“You’re so nice. I almost…”
He did not finish his sentence.
Facing Bethan’s inquisitive gaze, Brettley drunkenly chuckled. He hugged her tight in his arms. “Let’s go to sleep.”
It was a night of infatuation.
The next morning, Bethan was woken up by the ringing of her phone.
It was no one else but her own mother, Natasha.
“Ms. Bethan.”
Natasha sounded somewhat agitated. “
This morning at nine. I have already gotten people to set up the venue of the press conference. Nine o’clock at City Sports Center. You have to be there. You promised me.’
Bethan furrowed her brows. She had a little headache. “
Yes.”
“Don’t forget about it! Don’t be late and don’t miss it!”
Natasha reminded her. “I recorded the conversation between you and Theo at your office yesterday! If you don’t attend today, I could only release the recording to the media! “
Bethan’s hand clutching the phone trembled a little.
Her heart turned cold. “You recorded our conversation?”
“Of course.”
Natasha took a deep breath. “I don’t trust you. Only with the recording will I be more comfortable.”
Bethan shut her eyes. She wanted to laugh but could not laugh.
At the other end of the phone call was her own mother. Bethan knew what kind of person Natasha was. She was not the type that would simply secretly record other people’s conversations, yet at that moment, for Cynthal and for Alice’s money, she actually did it.
After a long silence, Bethan chuckled, “Ok. Aunty Natasha, don’t worry. I will be there.”
Then, before she could wait for Natasha’s reaction, she immediately hung up.
Thud!
Bethan threw her phone by the nightstand. She closed her eyes and slowly stretched lazily.
The moment she stretched her hands out, she touched another hand.
To put it more accurately, that hand grabbed her arm.
Bethan was stunned and immediately opened her eyes. The person that grabbed her arm was Brettley.
At that moment, he was lying sideways on one hand, while the other hand was grabbing her arm. He looked at her flatly.
Her mind was blank for a moment. After a few seconds, Bethan recalled. Last night… they had a night together once again.
Bethan took a deep breath and she pried herself off from his grip. “Why are you still not leaving?”
Brettley changed into a more comfortable position, leaning against the head of the bed. His eyes were calm. “Why should I leave?”
Bethan rolled her eyes. “You did what you wanted to do, are you still not satisfied?”
Brettley was taken aback by her attitude.
After a while, his expressions darkened. He did not want to continue this topic with her.
“Are you really going to the press conference today?”
Bethan raised her eyebrows. “Of course. Didn’t you hear that just now? Natasha has recorded Theo and me agreeing to attend the press conference yesterday. If I don’t attend today, she will release the recording. By then, we will be deemed as untrustworthy villains.”
Then, she took some clothes next to her and put them on. She swept a cold glance at Brettley on the bed. “What? Are you planning to stop me, Mr. Morrison?”
Brettley smiled. He raised his hands and took Bethan’s photo album by her bed. He said while flipping through them. “No. I only want to know the exact time, so I could hide.”
Bethan rolled her eyes at Brettley. She snatched the photo album back and put them back on her nightstand. “It’s nine this morning. Mr. Morrison, you can choose to hide, but not in my house.”
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