The Coldest Man in the Room Melted Only for Me novel Chapter 403

Riley pursed her swollen, thoroughly-kissed lips. "My legs are like jelly. I can't drive."

If a simple kiss left her legs this weak, what would happen when they were finally in bed...?

Sebastian forcefully slammed the brakes on that highly seductive train of thought. If he kept going down that path, he was going to scare her away. "I'll drive."

He pushed the passenger door open, lifted Riley off his lap, and gently deposited her into the seat. He stepped out of the car, leaned back in to securely fasten her seatbelt, and then walked around the hood to slide into the driver's seat. Starting the engine, he smoothly guided the car out of the parking garage.

At 9:00 PM, after finally coaxing Alora to sleep, Riley retreated to her bedroom to shower. Her phone began to ring. When she saw Scott's name on the caller ID, she froze.

Why was he calling her?

She answered, and Scott's frantic voice crackled through the speaker. "Riley, Mr. Landon is completely wasted! Can you please come pick him up?"

Riley frowned. She was in Statenbury, and Pierce was in Riverport. They were hundreds of miles apart. How was she supposed to pick him up?

More importantly... "Pierce and I are divorced. Do not call me about his personal issues ever again. And stop calling me your boss's wife."

She was just about to hang up when Scott shouted in sheer panic, "His wound tore open again! He's running a massive fever! He got hurt trying to save you! If you abandon him now, he's going to die!"

Riley's mind flashed back to the horrifying moment Pierce had thrown himself in front of that blade for her. Her frown deepened. "I'm in Statenbury..."

Scott cut her off. "We're in Statenbury too! I'm sending you our location right now. Please, I'm begging you, just come. He's covered in blood and burning up. If you don't help, he's really going to die!"

The line went dead. A second later, a location pin popped up on her screen.

It was a bar.

Riley hesitated for a fraction of a second before grabbing her coat.

Pierce had betrayed her in the worst way possible, yes. But they were officially divorced. Their entire shared history had been cleanly severed the moment that certificate was stamped. However, he had taken a knife meant for her. Walking away while he bled out felt wrong.

Beyond that, she was a doctor. She couldn't just ignore a dying man.

When Riley arrived at the bar and pushed open the private VIP room door, a suffocating wave of cheap alcohol hit her. She immediately wrinkled her nose.

When Scott saw her, he looked as though an angel had just descended from heaven. He rushed over. "Riley! Please, you have to talk some sense into him. If he doesn't get to a hospital right now, he's a dead man."

Riley peered into the dim room. Pierce was slumped on the floor, his back leaning heavily against the plush sofa. Empty liquor bottles were scattered everywhere, forming a chaotic minefield around the coffee table. He had a bottle clutched in his hand and was tipping it back, chugging whatever was left.

His Adam's apple bobbed. The top two buttons of his pristine white dress shirt were ripped open, his hair was a messy disaster, and an overwhelming aura of absolute despair clung to him.

Pierce only gripped her tighter. "I won't! If I let go, you'll leave with someone else! You can't go! You belong to me! I forbid you from leaving with anyone else!"

Listening to his drunken, delusional possessiveness, Riley realized he was completely out of his mind. She systematically peeled his fingers off her wrist, one by one. She stood up, looking down at him with absolute authority. "Your wound has ruptured. It's infected, and you're running a dangerously high fever. You are going to the hospital right now."

Pierce stumbled forward and collapsed to the floor at Riley's feet. Every ounce of his usual arrogant pride and elite dignity was gone. All that remained was pathetic, groveling desperation. "Riley, I'm sorry. Please, please just forgive me."

He looked up at her, hot tears spilling from the corners of his eyes.

Riley had never, in her wildest dreams, imagined that Pierce Landon—a man who practically lived on a throne—would ever collapse at her feet, crying and begging for forgiveness. She was so stunned she forgot how to react.

Pierce gripped the hem of her pants, his knuckles white, his eyes completely bloodshot. Scalding tears splattered against the hardwood floor. "Riley, just look at me. Please, just love me one more time. I swear I'll give you everything. We can start over. Me, you, Alora... the three of us. We can be a family again. Please?"

Standing off to the side, Scott had spent years watching Pierce act with ruthless, calculated precision. Seeing his boss reduced to this pathetic, broken state broke his heart. His own eyes grew misty.

He looked at Riley, desperately pleading Pierce's case. "Riley, they say a man who realizes his mistakes is a man reborn. Mr. Landon clearly knows how badly he messed up. Couldn't you just give him one more chance?"

While Riley was genuinely shocked to see Pierce throw away his pride like this, it didn't stir a single ounce of sympathy in her heart.

He had cheated on her right after they got married. He had a child with another woman. Comparing the sickening reality of his past actions to his current pathetic begging only made the entire situation feel incredibly hypocritical and laughable.