I Divorced You Now You Beg (Thalia and Darion) novel Chapter 32

Chapter 32 Darion Is Drunk

“Don’t jinx yourself!” Jason quickly waved his hand. “You’re the heir of the Blackburn family, and Thalia went through hell to save your life. If anything happened to you, she’d be crushed.”

Nearby, a girl leaned in slightly, her ears pricked to catch every word of their talk.

Darion let out a bitter scoff, his eyes half-shut, the dim light softening his sharp features yet making him look all the more dangerously alluring. “She’d never be crushed because of me. She doesn’t get me at all, and now she wants a divorce.”

Jason fell silent, watching Darion keep drinking, his expression helpless as he sighed. “What if you leave Keith at your grandma’s? Let Miya come see him less often? It might help smooth things over between you two.”

Darion’s brows furrowed deeply, and he fixed Jason with a sharp, reproachful look. “Keith already lost his father. Do you want him to lose his mother, too? How could you even suggest that?”

Jason pulled a face, frustrated. “I’m just trying to help you and Thalia. Look at how messed up things are. How are you going to fix this? Are you really going to let her divorce you?”

Darion said nothing. He drained the last of his drink in one gulp, stood up abruptly, grabbed his coat off the chair, and strode out without a backward glance.

Thalia felt freezing cold.

She woke up groggily, still in the old storage. The late autumn night was colder than ever. She sniffled, and a sudden wave of dizziness washed over her.

Just then, she felt a pair of eyes fixed on her.

Thalia jumped and spun around sharply, only to find Darion sitting on the floor across from her. She had no idea when he’d been here.

One long leg was bent, the other stretched out, his hand resting loosely on his knee as he watched her silently, his gaze dark and unreadable.

“Are you trying to scare the shit out of me?” Thalia snapped, shooting him a glare. She sat up and wrapped her arms even tighter around herself.

In the next second, the quiet Darion stood up, stepped over, and sat down right beside her. Without a word, he pulled her into a tight, suffocating hug.

“Darion!” Thalia gasped, feeling his scorching body heat and the strong scent of alcohol.

‘He’d been drinking!’ Thalia’s eyes widened.

Darion totally changed when he drank, getting super clingy.

But right now, she had no patience for him at all. She pushed him away with all her strength.

“Let go of me!” Thalia snapped impatiently.

“No way,” Darion rejected.

His deep, muffled words rumbled above her head, stubborn as ever. “I’m not letting go, not ever.”

Thalia let out an angry laugh, bitter and sharp. “Don’t think you can act shameless just because you’re drunk, Darion. I’m done with you.”

“No way,” Darion repeated, his voice still low and gravelly.

He spoke again, his words muffled, laced with raw hurt. “You can’t just give up on me.”

Thalia’s chest constricted tightly, tears stinging her eyes, threatening to spill over. “Darion, be honest with me. Have you fallen in love with Miya?”

“No,” Darion answered without a moment’s hesitation and held her even tighter.

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Chapter 32 Darion Is Drunk

“I love you,” he added, his voice rough and raw.

He buried his face in the crook of her neck, nuzzling gently against her skin.

He was being so needy, acting coquettishly.

Over eight years of being together, Thalia had stumbled upon the secret that Darion turned into someone entirely different when he drank. Since then, she’d often gently coax him into having one or two drinks.

Because she loved his clinginess when he was drunk.

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