Louis stared ahead, feeling like the person in front of him was a stranger. It was as if he didn't know Taylor at all. It was the first time that she had been so open about her thoughts and feelings.
"If you had ever thought about my feelings regarding the matter, then we wouldn't have to have this conversation. We can't even be friends now. Do you understand me?" Taylor choked out, her eyes almost in tears.
"I don't care! How many times must I tell you that before you finally believe me?" Louis shouted at Taylor, agitated. He could feel himself losing control.
"And how many times must I tell you that I care? I care about it! What's so hard to understand?" Taylor didn't want to argue with Louis anymore. She felt that it was meaningless because he was so hard-headed.
With a scoff, she turned around and walked towards the children's park. She called Amy and left the place with her daughter in her arms.
There was no way that she would let herself cry in front of him. It would just double her feelings of humiliation. She had had enough of that for one day.
As he watched Taylor walking away, Louis regretted not saying something or chasing after her. He didn't know what else to do. How could he make her understand his good intentions?
He pulled off his tie harshly. He needed to calm down or he might do something else that he would regret.
It was just that he was so desperate.
The look of determination on Taylor's face kept flashing on his mind as Louis drove away. It felt as if all the paths that would have led him to her had been blocked. He was lost, unsure of which road to take.
It took him a long time to get back to a familiar place and environment. He realized that a man should lick his wounds in a safe place, so he forced himself to go back to MK Manor.
As he walked inside, Louis didn't even notice his father. It was as if everyone else was invisible and all he could see was a void. He walked straight to the liquor cabinet, passing Hunk.
"Wine! I need some wine! I need the best wine that can make me forget everything!" he announced.
He took out the most expensive bottle they had. Then, with the bottle in hand, he sluggishly walked up to the second floor.
A few hours later, Hunk called Emily on the phone. "Emily, come and check on your brother. When he came back today, he took a bottle of wine to his room, and he hasn't come out since. I'm worried about him." Hunk had tried to call Louis several times but had been met with silence. So, he asked Emily for help.
Without saying another word, Emily drove to MK Manor and got there within two hours.
When she arrived, Hunk walked up to her. "It's like he lost his soul! He just took the bottle and went to his room. Go and have a look. You're better fitted to talk to him than me," he told her, his face red with anger. He had been controlling himself from just barging into Louis's room and taking the bottle of alcohol from his hands.
"Don't worry about it, Dad. I'm going up to talk to him now!" It took some convincing but Emily finally got her father to calm down. She made him sit down on the sofa to wait while she went upstairs.
"Brother, are you okay? I'm coming in!"
Emily couldn't hide her shock when she opened the door to his room. It was a mess. Bottles of alcohol were scattered all over the ground. She could have sworn that her brother was fine earlier, but now, it looked like his life had been sucked out of him. All it took was a small sip of alcohol for him to get lost in the void. He looked devastated.
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