Chapter: 160
Ariana fell silent.
There was a sudden pounding on the table, and Sarah, now very drunk, stood up and shouted, “No! No abortion! Alina is the
best thing that’s ever happened to me.”
Moved by this, Ariana touched her belly with one hand. There was a faint echo of a heartbeat inside her belly. @
This baby was her own flesh and blood.
“Sarah, you’re drunk. Sit down.” Betsy rushed over to Sarah and guided her back to her chair. The two began to play rock paper
scissors.
After dinner, Ariana and Betsy took Sarah back to their hotel, and booked her a room.
It was clear that Betsy had an incredible capacity for alcohol.
Despite drinking a lot, she hadn’t got drunk. She stayed to look after Sarah, and Ariana went back to her own room. On the way,
she considered what Sarah had said. The more she did, the more she found herself agreeing. “What a playboy! A wife and a
mistress! The bastard!” she muttered to herself. @
She felt much better after cursing, but when she turned the corner, she was faced with the man who was the subject of her
cursing.
“Who were you cursing just now, Ariana?” @
“No, I wasn’t cursing anyone,” Ariana said, feeling flustered that she had been caught berating Theodore behind his back.
He raised his eyebrows at her dubiously, and looked her up and down. This made her feel incredibly nervous.
Casting her mind back, she wondered if she had said his name as she cursed. Thankfully, she hadn’t.
Sighing, she forced a smile and said, “I watched this soap opera last night. The hero was so bad that I couldn’t help cursing
about him.”
Worried he would ask more questions, Ariana quickly changed the subject. “What are you doing here?”
She was genuinely surprised to see him.
“I’m on a business trip. All the hotels except this one are fully booked. My room is the one next to yours,” Theodore explained.
“What a coincidence!” Ariana flattened her hands against her dress nervously, and licked her lips. His presence made her feel
twitchy and uneasy. Her heart was racing.
“Yes,” Theodore said simply. Not wanting to continue with this particular topic, he asked the question that had been bothering
him for almost four hours. “Where have you been? It is three am.”
His tone was acidic. “Your phone has been turned off and you stink off alcohol. Seems like you’ve been having a lot of fun here
in Ivebridge.” @
Theodore failed to suppress his anger. She had only called him once during this time, and it was all about work; worse, she even
hung up on him. Now, when he did find a reason to check on her, she had been out until past midnight.
She was all dolled up. He pictured how other men had tried to hit on her all night, while he had been waiting at her door for
several hours. @
The more he thought about it, the angrier he got. His grip on the armrest of his wheelchair tightened.
“My phone’s turned off?” Ariana said, scratching her head. “I didn’t know.”