Drowning Him In Regret novel Chapter 17

Chapter 17 Dirty Slut

I laid it all out, so naturally, Jude finally agreed, but not without a bit of a grumble.

He cursed I was a miser

I didn’t argue. After all, I had to live.

Since I agreed to take responsibility, I had to find the head of the Bright Group first.

He wanted respect, and I was willing to bow down for the project.

Hearing through the grapevine that Raymond had a drinking session tonight, I quickly got changed and rushed over.

When Raymond saw me enter the room, his expression darkened. ‘Mrs. Carson, it’s not appropriate to chase us down like this. This is a private gathering.”

“I made you angry today, of course, I’d come to apologize.” I smiled as I poured myself a beer and finished it in one go.

With my health, I shouldn’t drink, but today was different.

Raymond wasn’t someone who would make things difficult for others. I was sure he wouldn’t penalize me over someone else’s mistake.

Plus, their project couldn’t afford any delays.

Sure enough, he frowned slightly. “Mrs. Carson, you’ve lost so much weight. For your health…”

“That won’t do. We rarely get a beautiful woman here; she can hold her liquor. Why are you stopping her?” A man with a big belly stood up and gave me a lewd look.

I rarely participated in these events and didn’t know who this guy was. But he seemed close with Raymond and might be some company’s CEO too.

Feeling somewhat embarrassed, Hooked at him, apologizing, “Sorry, but I’m not really good at drinking. And Mr. Dunce knows that I just got out of the hospital. If not for apologizing to Mr. Dunce today, I wouldn’t have drunk anything.”

What I said showed Raymond enough respect; his expression softened considerably.

He sized me up before asking with furrowed brows, “You’ve lost too much weight. Were you very sick?”

“I had surgery and indeed couldn’t drink alcohol. To make it up to you, I didn’t even dare to take my anti–inflammatory medicine today,” I replied.

“Well then, Mrs. Carson, don’t drink anymore. The business can be negotiated when we are back at the office.” Raymo Successfully unlocked!

Instantly, I knew we’d got a deal today.

He just wanted to see my attitude. After all, I was still the nominal Mrs. Carson.

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But a few guys around me kept egging me on drinking, especially that fat guy,

checking me out with lecherous eyes. “Mrs. Carson? Had surgery? Show me your scar, and I’ll let you go. Sound good?”

With that, he tried to grab me, and I held back the urge to smash his head with a bottle, taking a step back.

Suddenly, the door opened. Jude walked in with a poker face. “Which part of my wife do you want to see? Huh?”

Raymond noticed Jude’s displeasure and quickly stepped in to smooth things over.” They had too much to drink, Mr. Carson. Please don’t mind.”

“We’re just concerned about Mrs. Carson; she just got out of the hospital, right?” With his presence, the others sobered up instantly and kept apologizing to me.

I quietly went behind Jude, listening as he dealt with them.

In the end, he had a drink with Raymond and dragged me out.

I only had one drink earlier, but I still felt a bit tipsy. When I got in the car, my chest started hurting again.

Jude sat silently beside me, as cold as an iceberg, causing me to unconsciously shift a little further away.

When we got home, he literally dragged me inside.

I tossed my heels off and collapsed on the sofa, feeling dizzy.

He seemed to have stood at the door for a while before asking, “Where’s the dog?”

I opened my eyes and looked at him; it was surprising he remembered Toto at all. “It’s been given away.”

“That’s joint property! You gave it away?” He looked annoyed at me.

Refusing to see his angry face, I shielded my eyes with my hand. “I sold my necklace to save it; it has nothing to do with you.”

All of a sudden, he grabbed my collar, only calming down after spotting the necklace around my neck.

“Are you out of your mind?” I shoved him away and went straight to the bedroom, having no clue what had set him off.

After we got married, we only shared the bed for the first month. Then, he rarely came home, leaving the bedroom all to myself.

But today, he was acting way off. He suddenly hugged me from behind and pinned me down on the bed.

When he leaned in to kiss me, I instinctively turned my head, but he wasn’t letting go, forcing my head back brutally. “What’s wrong? Hospitalized? Injured? Not even willing to fulfill your wifely duties?”

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Chapter 17 Dirty Slut