When She Ended It With Divorce (Chiara and Titus) novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Chiara ended up having two glasses of red wine, and now she was pretty tipsy, slumping against Eunice’s shoulder.

Eunice got her home safely.

Lindsay rushed over to steady Chiara.

“Oh dear, Mrs. Goodman, what got you drinking tonight?” Lindsay exclaimed.

Eunice asked, “Lindsay, where’s Titus?”

“Oh, Mr. Goodman is,” Lindsay started to say.

But before she could finish, Titus came down the stairs, walked right over, and gently scooped up Chiara, who was all soft and tipsy from the wine, out of Lindsay’s arms.

Chiara caught a whiff of his familiar scent and her eyes fluttered open. When she saw Titus’s expressionless face, she gave him a soft, tipsy smile.

“Honey?” she called out.

Titus had been pretty annoyed when he saw her drinking, but the moment he heard her call him “honey” in that soft, adorable voice, all his anger just melted away.

Titus tweaked her nose and said in a low voice, “Remind me, what did you promise me?”

Chiara gave him a tipsy grin, locking her arms around his neck.

“Come on, it was just two glasses. I’m not drunk, just a little lightheaded…” she mumbled.

Titus pulled her into his arms and glanced at Eunice. “Ms. Murphy, if you’re done here, you should head home.”

With that, he scooped Chiara up in his arms and started carrying her upstairs.

“Ugh, I’m so dizzy. Don’t jiggle me…” Chiara mumbled, her voice soft and slurred.

Titus glanced down at her, exasperated. “Are you planning to drink again next time?”

“Yeah, gotta work on my tolerance…” Chiara muttered stubbornly.

“Ha, really not giving up, huh?” Titus chuckled, a trace of amusement in his voice.

“Gotta be able to hold my liquor…” Chiara slurred again.

“From now on, let’s see who dares to make you drink,” Titus said protectively.

Eunice had been quietly watching the two of them, and suddenly, something seemed to cross her mind.

Chapter 12

Titus carried Chiara back to their room. He brushed his fingertips over her brows and eyelids, watching her drift off to sleep. Then he leaned in and dropped a gentle kiss on her forehead,

The next morning, Chiara finally woke up.

Titus stepped out of the bathroom, fresh from his shower. “You’re up. Head hurting?” he asked.

Chiara looked up at him and shook her head.

“No headache, just a little groggy. What time is it now?” she asked.

“Seven. You want to get up?” Titus replied.

Chiara nodded, tossed off the covers, and climbed out of bed, making her way over to him.

Titus watched her quietly, his eyes never leaving her face. Just as she was about to walk past him into the bathroom, he reached out and gently caught her wrist.

Chiara turned to him, a puzzled look on her face. “What is it?”

Titus looked at her, his gaze deep and serious. “Is there anything you want to ask me?”

Chiara blinked, then it hit her. Eunice was the one who got her home last night.

Eunice probably had a few words with Titus.

Chiara pressed her lips together, her eyes clear and steady as she looked at him and shot back, “Is there anything you want to tell me?”

Titus looked at her for a few seconds, then pulled her into his arms, resting his chin gently on top of her head.

“Sorry. I’m just not used to letting you know about everything yet. I’ll work on it, I promise,” he murmured.

Chiara leaned into his chest, his scent filling her senses. Her arms found their way around his waist.

“Yeah…” Chiara murmured, her voice barely above a whisper.

Titus bent down and pressed a kiss to her messy hair. “I was the one who got her into the Royal Dance Troupe. I promised you I’d take care of it, and I did. And I meant it when I said I wouldn’t see her again.”

Chiara gently wrapped her arms around him, staying silent.

Titus raised an eyebrow and lightly tapped her waist.

“Do you trust me?” he asked.

Chiara slowly lifted her head to meet his gaze. “I trust you, so don’t disappoint me,” she said softly.

Titus’s eyes grew gentle as he tipped her chin up and pulled her in for a deep, French kiss to start the morning.

cinearts pounding.

“Come on, let me go, I need to get ready, or I’m gonna be late for work… Chiara protested, trying to wriggle free..

Titus checked the time, swept her up, and dumped her right back onto the bed.

Chiara realized what he was up to, her eyes widening in surprise as she lightly tapped his shoulder.

“Come on, we’re really going to be late. Hurry up,” she urged.

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