Silly Bride novel (Winnie and Xavier) novel Chapter 415

Josiah immediately handed over the durian and said, “Here you go. I’m rooting for you.”

Harold approached, took the durian from him, and smirked. “You’re such a good friend. I need to get rid of you someday.”

Laughing, Josiah adjusted his glasses and continued, “That’s impossible. Now that you’re sober, hurry up and apologize to her. You were really out of line last night.”

Without saying a word, Harold glanced at the man before walking toward the bedroom with the durian in hand.

Josiah stared at Harold’s leaving figure for a while and felt something off about the way his best friend looked at him just now.

The look in his eyes seemed somewhat ferocious and vicious.

But this isn’t the first time we’ve joked around like this. He had never looked at me like that.

Even though Josiah felt there was something amiss about his friend, he thought he was overthinking things and thus decided to disregard the thought.

Winnie happened to open the door as soon as Harold arrived at the bedroom.

She had heard the conversation outside, and she knew that Xavier was standing outside her door.

However, as she was still angry with the man, she promptly turned around and went back into the room without saying a word.

However, she did not close the door on him.

Understanding her intentions, Harold followed her into the room and closed the door behind him.

A faint fruity fragrance was the only scent lingering on him, and the smell of alcohol from last night was long gone.

She sneered, “Are you finally sober? So, you finally remember to come back, huh?”

Harold remained expressionless as he stared at her, but he tried his best to appear remorseful. “Yes, I’m back. I was wrong last night. Will you forgive me?”

Upon saying that, he put the durian down and walked over, trying to give Winnie a hug.

To his surprise, the woman had no intention of letting him get his way. She slapped his hands away and hissed, “Don’t touch me. Weren’t you disgusted by me? Aren’t you afraid of dirtying your hands?”

“Please don’t say that, Winnie. I was wrong. I shouldn’t have got drunk and said all those hurtful words when intoxicated. I even hurt your face. You can hit me and scold me,” Harold pleaded.

As he spoke, the man grabbed Winnie’s hand and slapped his own face with it. “Hit me, don’t hold back. Let it all out.”

Harold used considerable force, which made Winnie’s palm turn numb after smacking his face twice.

She quickly pulled her hand back and snapped, “Are you crazy? My hand hurts from hitting you!”

Harold eagerly reached for her hand and said ingratiatingly, “Let me massage it for you.”

Not forgetting that his hand was still injured, Winnie stepped back and dodged. “Do you not want your hands to recover?”

Harold sneered quietly. “Looks like my wife still cares about me. So, have you forgiven me?”

“Didn’t you bring a durian with you? Kneel down on it, and I may consider forgiving you,” Winnie challenged.

“Okay. To show my sincerity, I will do as you said. I’d do anything for you,” Harold said confidently.