Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce novel Chapter 312

Chapter 312 He Was Hospitalised for Stomach Hemorrhage 

Marcellus said stubbornly, “Who, who drank too much? I… I can still drink…” 

He kept rambling on and on, not only making it difficult for the manager to understand, but even he seemed unaware of what he was saying. The manager glanced at a nearby waiter sneakily observing them, thinking he couldn’t let Marcellus continue embarrassing himself. So the manager directly supported Marcellus and took him into the elevator. 

Marcellus, who stood at a height of 1.8 meters, was tall and very fond of working out. On the other hand, the manager was just a little over 1.7 meters tall. He stumbled and helped Marcellus into the bedroom. After much effort, Marcellus finally lay down, but before the manager could catch his breath, Marcellus suddenly vomited on the bed. 

It was the first time the manager had seen Marcellus like this after working for him for so long. 

He quickly picked up the phone in the room and called the cleaning staff. It took half an hour before the room was finally cleaned up. 

room. Huston was sitting alone on the sofa and drinking alone. He looked normal, at least much better than Marcellus. 

“Mr. Lloyd, Mr. Perkins drank too much. I’ve already helped him upstairs to rest. Would you like to take a break as well?” 

Only the wall-mounted lamp by the corner was lit inside the private room, casting a dim light on Huston’s shoulders. His head was slightly lowered, making it difficult to discern his facial expression. However, looking at him like that, one could sense his melancholy. 

The manager stood at the door and waited for his reply. Half a minute later, Huston said faintly, “No need. Get out.” 

His voice was a little hoarse. It was caused by drinking too much. 

The manager looked at the bottles on the table and wanted to insist. “Mr. Lloyd, it’s getting late. You…” 

“Get out.” Huston interrupted him with an impatient tone. 

Since he was determined, the manager couldn’t say anything more and closed the door. 

He was left alone in the private room, and everything around 

him was quiet. He leaned against the sofa behind him and 

raised his hand to look at his watch. It was 3:45 a.m. in the morning, and there was no news from the guards at the villa. Evelyn should be asleep. 

Huston raised his head, and his mind was already in a mess. 

His stomach was aching from the alcohol he had drunk, but he acted as if he didn’t feel anything. He filled his glass and drank it one glass after another. 

He wanted to indulge himself for once, to get drunk and not have to remember the disappointed look in Evelyn’s eyes when she watched him. 

The following day, Evelyn woke up before six o’clock. After a 

night on the floor, her eyes were swollen from crying, her legs 

were sore, and her head was slightly hot. She probably had a 

fever. 

Evelyn stood up from the ground, gathering her courage as she opened the door. The villa remained cold and deserted. 

Huston didn’t return last night. 

Evelyn couldn’t describe how she felt. Was it disappointment? Yet, she was afraid to open the door and face him, unsure how 

to confront him. But if it wasn’t a disappointment, facing the room’s emptiness made her feel a chill running down her