“Makhi, you’re asking for trouble!”
Makhi was caught off guard and pressed against the wall, as Brendon’s fist came crashing down. Ranita, feeling scared, tried to stop him, saying, “Brendon, stop.”
A loud noise echoed.
Ranita instinctively closed her eyes, afraid to look, but when she opened them, she saw Brendon’s fist hitting the wall and not Makhi.
“Brendon, calm down! Don’t misunderstand. Ranita had something to attend to outside, and she was worried about Ayaan being alone at home, so she asked me to come and help watch him.” Makhi explained, pushing Brendon away and standing in the middle of the hallway, smiling at Ranita. “You’re back, so I’ll leave. Ayaan is sleeping soundly.”
After Makhi finished speaking, he sighed and looked at Brendon.
“Brendon, drink less alcohol.”
Once Makhi left, there were only two people left in the hallway. It was quiet, only their breathing could be heard.
Brendon leaned against the door, his body slightly tilted, head hanging low as he gazed at Ranita, his eyes pitiful, like an abandoned big wolf.
Ranita felt uneasy.
She pursed her lips, took out her phone from her bag, and said, “I’ll have Caleb come and pick you up.”
“Ranita…” Brendon reached out and grabbed her hand, pressing heavily on her shoulder, his tone muddled as he asked, “Why is Makhi at home?”
“Do you know what time it is now?”
Ranita certainly knew, but perhaps he didn’t? She looked at his drunken state. Irritated, she coldly said, “Are you deaf? Wasn’t Mr. Terry clear just now?”
However, Brendon continued to stare at her with innocent and pitiful eyes. “Why is Makhi at home? Why is he still here so late at night? It’s just the two of you, are you trying to influence Ayaan…”
This drunk man was really not in a good state.
Ranita didn’t bother explaining any further. She pushed his hand away and called Caleb. But when she saw that it was already past one in the morning, she realized she shouldn’t be disturbing others in their sleep.
“Brendon, give me my phone!”
Ranita tried to take it back, but the man was strong, and being drunk made him unreasonable. Ranita ended up with the smell of alcohol on her but gained nothing from the struggle.
“Brendon!”
“Mm…” Brendon looked at her with a tilted head, his eyes unfocused, and his body swaying as if he couldn’t stand steady.
Ranita instinctively reached out to support him, and the man immediately leaned on her heavily.
Ranita was infuriated.
What could she do?
She opened the door and helped him onto the sofa. Brendon lay down on the couch, reaching out to grab Ranita’s finger and said weakly, “Honey, I have a headache.”
Ranita paused her steps.
This call was so light, almost unconsciously relying on her.
That time when she was married to Brendon, she would never forget those three years. He was always busy with Stuart Group, attending numerous business dinners, and occasionally coming home drunk.
When Brendon was drunk, he was actually very obedient. He would quietly sit on the couch, staring blankly until she brought him water, then he would hold her finger and say, “I have a headache.”
Perhaps it was this behavior that gave her the wrong impression, unrealistic fantasies that made her reluctant to wake up from the beautiful dream he provided.