Marriage Resumption (Valeria and Hackett)

Chapter

23

Hackett sat in a corner in the private room at Nightfest Club, drinking one glass after another, his expression solemn. His friends could no longer stand it and asked. "Mr. James, why are you drinking alone here with such a heavy heart?" "Yeah, we rarely see you come out, and when you finally do, you're just sitting here alone, drowning your sorrows. What's going on!"

Finn had been observing him for a while and could not help but ask, "What's wrong? Are you still thinking about that beautiful woman? I've told you, you can't touch her. She's not clean! What if you catch a disease?" Hackett's eyes filled with intense killing intent, and he glared at Finn angrily. "Shut the hell up!"

"Okay, okay, I'll shut up. You drink."

Those acquainted with Hackett knew all too well that he was merciless and irritable, showing no mercy when he turned cold-blooded.

At that moment, the phone resting nearby began to vibrate, displaying the name "Cheryl' on the screen.

Hackett glanced at it indifferently and had no intention of answering. He poured another glass of alcohol and continued. drinking.

"You're not even picking up Cheryl's call? Are you really infatuated with that beauty? Finn could not help but comment.

Cheryl's importance to Hackett was well-known to everyone. Usually, if Cheryl called, Hackett would leave no matter what, no matter how others tried to keep him.

Hackett not picking up Cheryl's call was a highly unusual occurrence, and Finn could not wrap his head around what might be happening with Hackett today.

The phone continued to vibrate incessantly, but Hackett still refused to answer. He just kept drinking glass after glass. Finn glanced at Hackett, lost in his alcoholic indulgence, shaking his head in resignation before stepping away.

Meanwhile, on the other side, Cheryl was nearly going out of her mind. She had been unable to reach Hackett all evening as if he had vanished off the face of the earth. Her only recourse was to repeatedly dial his number in a desperate attempt to make contact. Time passed, and Hackett continued to drown his troubles in alcohol, seemingly thoroughly intoxicated. Finn approached and noticed the phone still vibrating on the coffee table, the caller ID persistently displaying Cheryl's name.

the stubborn ones, Finn mumbled under

refused to answer the phone, while Cheryl was equally determined to

call. Before he could even speak, he heard Cheryl's tearful voice on the other end. "Hackett, why aren't you answering your phone? Where are you? Why won't you take my calls? Did I do something wrong?" A string of questions left Finn flabbergasted. He cleared his throat. "Um, Ms. Yeats, I'm Finn. Hackett's drunk. Could you come pick

be right there. Could

her eyes red from crying, arrived at the club. It was apparent she had

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she found only Hackett inside, lying on the single couch, still holding a square glass in his hand. Several empty bottles were on the coffee table. It seemed as if he had drunk a lot. Cheryl approached him, snatched the glass from his hand,

eyes were unfocused, and

me. His voice was low and

more do you want to drink?

he pushed her away and grabbed another

was shocked. She had never seen Hackett like this before. While he did drink occasionally, he was always elegant

what's wrong with you? Why

layers of reflections as

begging you. If you keep drinking like this, you'll have a stomach

to me!" Hackett suddenly roared, throwing the bottle to

help but cry. She was already feeling so

crying, Hackett's pitch-black eyes hesitated for a moment. He felt like he was seeing