Eva Taylor stood at the bottom of the stairs and yelled with all her strength.
He turned around and was greeted by a pair of teary eyes, tightly pursed lips, and a back straightened to the point of grief.
“I’ve agreed to break off the engagement.” Eva Taylor spoke, her pretend cold tone with a shudder that could not be concealed: “I wish you … happiness.”
Joe Wright’s heart prickled, the knot in his throat rolled, a “thank you” has not been said, the person who just left the place, as if to announce to the world, this time, she will not wait for him.
Eva Taylor left in dismay, Emma Rosy was uneasy and rushed to catch up with her halfway, both of them were in a depressed mood, so they went to a bar together, intending to get drunk.
From noon to late afternoon, the table was filled with large and small bottles of wine. Both of them were not very drunk, and they were so drunk that they fell to the ground, supported by their last vestiges of consciousness, so that they did not pass out completely.
“Beauty is drunk, do you want to help you wake up?”
The men took Eva Taylor into their arms, while others went to deal with Emma Rosy, who had collapsed on the sofa.
Just as the men were ready to mooch off her with lewd smiles, Eric Chan, who was passing by the table, heard Emma Rosy’s voice, took a closer look, and turned pale with fear.
“Stop it!”
Half an hour later, the Taylor Family doorbell was rung.
The maid came over to open the door and, upon seeing the scene outside, busily invited Charles Taylor downstairs in a loud voice.
“Send the lady back to her room.” After instructing the maid, he looked coldly at Eric Chan and asked, “Are you a friend of Eva’s? How come I haven’t seen it before? She’s not a good drinker, you …”
Before the words were finished, Eva Taylor suddenly broke away from the maid’s support, wobbling back to Eric Chan’s shoulder, hands clinging to his neck, hanging on to him like a wombat.
Charles Taylor originally suspected that Eric Chan is Eva Taylor in order to forget Joe Wright and find a random man, see the situation has deepened the misunderstanding, a deep voice reproached: “Eva, you let go!
Eva Taylor could not open her eyes, and felt that the voice was a bit familiar, so she mumbled some random words, and did not know what she was saying, but her hands did not relax.
Eric Chan was so embarrassed that he helped the maid to break her fingers, who knew that she had drunk too much wine, stomach discomfort, coupled with being moved too many times, actually “wow”, vomited all over him.
The suit, pants, and even the brand new leather shoes that he had just bought, were now contaminated with filth and smelled of alcohol.
Eva Taylor was much quieter after she vomited and followed the maid upstairs!
“Sorry, Eva, she …” looked at his sister’s “results”, Charles Taylor also some apologies, but the most concerned about the opposite man’s identity: “the question just now, you have not answered, you and Eva is what relationship?”
Eric Chan secretly sighed, and then told Charles Taylor the whole story.
Charles Taylor smelled a lot of reassurance, but still have scruples about Alex Brown’ people, said thanks and asked Eric Chan to wash up in the guest room, let him change into a new suit of his own, then let him go.
“Alex … Alex Brown you … you like someone else … are you really happy …”
Emma Rosy shrunk in the corner, head against the car window, half closed eyes babbling, every word but can not leave Alex Brown.
Seeing her covering her chest and suddenly starting to dry vomit, Alex Brown took a deep breath to organize his emotions and held out his hand towards the driver in the front row, “Got a bag?”
The driver could see that Emma Rosy was about to vomit and hurriedly pulled out a paper bag of clothes that Ivy Smith had left in the car.
Emma Rosy had already leaned over the seat coughing heartily, Alex Brown hastily took the paper bag, took her shoulders to help her up, and said in a warm and comforting voice: “If you want to throw up, throw up, you will feel better afterwards.”
The pungent smell immediately filled the entire closed carriage, the driver had a bad look on his face, hurriedly opened the window, and only after a moment did he have the courage to ask: “Mr. Brown, where are we going now?”
Emma Rosy really comfortable after throwing up, lying on the other side of the seat to sleep peacefully, Alex Brown stared at the dirty suit jacket, then forcefully closed his eyes, with the fastest speed in his life to take off, throwing out the window.
“Go home.” He forced a headache and ordered in a deep voice.
The car was parked in the courtyard, and Alex Brown picked up Emma Rosy, who was still reeking of alcohol, himself, gently enough not to wake her up.
Ivy Smith came out of the cottage and slid her eyes down Alex Brown’ shirt to Emma Rosy, probably guessing what had happened.
But remembering what she said before, she didn’t get angry after all, and just followed Alex Brown upstairs into his room. When she saw him put Emma Rosy on the bed and seemed to want to take care of her herself, she reminded him: “Ken Cotillard sent a message that someone is secretly buying Brown Group’s shares., and I’ve had that feeling in recent times, but we’re throwing out loose shares and can’t keep track of the group behind each buyer.”
Alex Brown stopped in front of the bathroom door, “What’s the current situation?”
“Judging from the total amount of the sell-off, the other side will not have a fundamental impact on Brown Group even if they get more than eighty percent.” Ivy Smith pursed her lips, “But the Brown Group is in the midst of an eventful year, and I think we should take precautions.”
Alex Brown agreed with her idea, it seems that he must go to the company, but …
“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of her.” Ivy Smith smiled and offered a promise.
Wright Family.
After dinner, the housekeeper came to report that Miss had not yet returned home. Guessing that Emma Rosy might be with Eva Taylor, he did not let anyone disturb him and sat alone in the living room to wait.
In the past, Master Wright always waited for Emma Rosy when she was late, and she was under pressure not to work too long.
But today it was Ivy Smith’s call.
He learned that Emma Rosy was drunk and resting at the Brown Family, Master Wright was originally very dissatisfied, intended to send a driver to pick up the person back, heard that Alex Brown is not in, only Ivy Smith care, which reluctantly agreed, thanked and got up to go upstairs.
Passing by the second floor guest room, the sound of conversation faintly coming from inside, he immediately sank his face, wrinkling his eyebrows grunt.
The people in the room were startled and held their breath, and only when they heard the footsteps outside the door fading away did they breathe a sigh of relief at the same time.
Candy Hall raised her hand and slapped her chest, she took a deep breath and said, “It’s so scary, your grandfather is like an ancient elder, he is in charge of everything.”
Joe Wright was embarrassed enough to be in Candy Hall’s room at night and to be found by his grandfather. He warned her seriously, “Grandpa is the head of the family, if you want to stay in the Wright Family, you must respect him.
Candy Hall defiantly bristled, but pretended to be obedient and agreed: “Okay, I will not say it again, why be angry? By the way, have you thought clearly about what I just said?”
“I know you are good to Emma, but she has to get married sooner or later, she is so naive and innocent, what if she is cheated by her in-laws? That’s why you should put the Wright Family property into your name, so that even if Emma is abandoned, you can still have a way out.”
If you didn’t know her true nature, you’d think she was putting herself in Emma Rosy’s shoes.
Joe Wright nodded and said casually, “I’ll think about it, you can have your soup first.”
Who cares about a bowl of soup when there is so much at stake? Seeing that he didn’t take his words seriously, Candy Hall looked dissatisfied and sat on the edge of the bed wiping her tears with anger: “We are now a family, who am I doing all this for? But you are always guarding me like a thief, am I going to harm you?
“Of course I understand your feelings, but you have to give me time to think about it, right? Your body is already deflated, stop crying and watch out for the baby.”
Candy Hall saw that Joe Wright was so concerned about the child, and then felt satisfied.
The conversation full of lies and defenses finally ended, and Candy Hall went to sleep contentedly, while Joe Wright tucked her in and left the room with a cold face.
With the Wright Group’s troubles hanging in the balance, he can’t rest yet and rushes to the office in the moonlight to continue working on the project that has been forced to stop.
The next morning, a company sent an email expressing interest in taking over the project that Wright Group had stopped working on, and he was overjoyed and agreed to meet immediately.
After three rounds of drinks, They men had a very good exchange and Joe Wright was quite drunk, but had to keep going in order to get the contract signed.
At the same hotel, Alex Brown was also at a business function, accompanied by his assistant Eric Chan as usual.
Eva Taylor was waiting outside the hotel door, ready to apologize to Eric Chan and thank him, and return the laundered and ironed clothes to him.
When she called, she couldn’t find anyone, Eva Taylor was in a hurry to go back to sleep and finally exploded in anger, rushing upstairs to find someone.
When she was looking for a private room in the corridor, Eric Chan happened to go out on the pretext of going to the bathroom, and when they met, Eva Taylor barely managed to suppress her impatience and quickly greeted him, handing him the bag.
“Here’s your suit. Thank you for yesterday.” Although inwardly annoyed, she still sincerely showed a smile.
Eric Chan reacted but a bit coldly, nodded slightly, and then intended to leave.
Eva Taylor stopped him and asked with concern, “How is Emma? I heard from my brother that you sent me back alone yesterday, who was Emma with, Alex Brown?”
“Hmm.” Eric Chan answered sullenly, his footsteps not stopping.
Eva Taylor got a little upset and raised her voice, “Stop! I haven’t finished talking yet, who told you to leave? I just waited for you downstairs for almost an hour, and thanked you after we met, why are you putting on a dead face?”
Eva Taylor doesn’t despise Eric Chan, and Eric Chan treats her, each other.
“Ms. Taylor, you should send clothes and say thank you, if the purpose is to get my gratitude, then there is no need to come.” Eric Chan turned around and educated her expressionlessly, “Secondly, I have made it clear that I do not need your thanks, yet you pressed for my location on the phone and came without permission despite my refusal, being treated with such disrespect, do I still have to smile and welcome you?”
“But you … me …”
Eva Taylor was dumbfounded by the lecture, and in the end could only mutter without breath: “You think I’m willing to come, it’s my brother!”
They were talking when the door of the adjacent booth suddenly opened and Joe Wright came out of it in a shaky shape, his eyes casually sweeping around and just spotting them.
What was Eva Taylor doing with Eric Chan?
His dizzy brain did not allow him to think precisely, subconsciously thinking that They had known each other for a long time, perhaps Eric Chan liked Eva Taylor, and now that he and Eva Taylor had broken up, Eric Chan could openly pursue her.
He blinked hard at the blurred eyes, his stomach pain increased, his heart beat faster as if it would burst through his chest at any moment, and his head hurt like a tear, he stumbled towards the elevator with one hand over his chest and one hand on the wall.
From the moment he appeared, Eva Taylor’s eyes never left him, obviously seeing how drunk he was, she was not even in the mood to argue, she struggled internally whether to go after him.
Although Eric Chan did not like Eva Taylor’s temper, but also did not have the malice to break up the lovebirds, he raised his chin, slightly impatient urged: “What are you standing around for, go!”
Eva Taylor ran to the elevator, Joe Wright took the one already down, she could only wait anxiously in the same place.
When she finally got down to the first floor, she searched the entire lobby but found no sign of Joe Wright. She was suspicious and was ready to look outside, but when she passed the elevator she had just arrived at, she saw the tall figure of Joe Wright collapsed inside.
Hospital.
Joe Wright was diagnosed with alcohol poisoning due to excessive drinking and was admitted to the hospital room after first aid, Eva Taylor informed the Wright family and stayed behind to take care of him.
The doctor came in twice midway and instructed her to keep an eye on the patient’s temperature, and if it continued to rise, then the dose of medication would have to be increased. Knowing she was being careless, she brought a basin of warm water and kept wiping Joe Wright’s body with a wet towel, just as Emma Rosy had done to cool Keira. She didn’t know if it was the medication or her efforts that did the trick, but when the doctor came back two hours later, Joe Wright’s temperature had finally returned to normal.
Footsteps sounded behind her, thinking the doctor had gone and returned, Eva Taylor laughed helplessly, “Don’t worry doctor, I remembered everything you said, keep a close eye on his temperature and go to the nurse’s station to get the medicine for him as soon as he wakes up …”
Before the words were finished, she met Candy Hall’s sneering gaze.
Eva Taylor frowned and her tone turned cold: “How is it you?”
When she couldn’t reach Emma Rosy earlier, she called the phone number of the old house, but it was clearly answered by the maid, why was it Candy Hall who came?
In response to her suspicion, Candy Hall looked righteous: “Please understand the situation, I am Joe’s fiancee now, of course I have to take care of him personally.” Then with a raised eyebrow, she pretended to understand: “Oh, if you are worried about my physical inconvenience with the baby, then I thank you.”
At these words, Eva Taylor looked like she had been poked in the death spot, subconsciously lowered her eyes and looked at Candy Hall’s abdomen.
There, lying inside, was Joe Wright’s baby.
Eva Taylor looked away from her face and smiled to herself. What the hell was she doing, caring for someone else’s fiancé, taking care of a man who had conceived a baby with another woman?
Simply infuriating, hateful!
“He’s still in a coma, ask the doctor directly about the situation, I’m leaving.” Eva Taylor picked up her bag and left the room as fast as she could.
When Joe Wright woke up, it was already late afternoon.
“Where is the nurse?” He opened his mouth in a hoarse voice, unaware of who was taking care of him.
Candy Hall, lying on the edge of the bed, was awakened and jerked upright, sleepily inquiring, “What’s wrong husband, do you still want to throw up?”
During the blur of consciousness, Joe Wright had felt someone hugging him and screaming for help, someone clutching his hand and shedding tears in the ambulance, someone helping him undress and wipe himself.
The previous irritation dissipated into thin air, knowing that Candy Hall’s actions may have been an act, but Joe Wright was a little touched by the thought of her enduring pregnancy reactions and taking care of herself.
At one time, Joe Wright’s attitude toward Candy Hall changed quite a bit, and unprecedentedly he sincerely advised her to rest more and not to continue to be busy.
“As long as you are healthy and safe, it’s okay for me to be tired, that’s what makes a family.” Candy Hall was too bored to stay in the hospital room, and went to the opposite side of the hospital for coffee on the pretext of buying food.
Joe Wright had been drinking and socializing early in the morning and was indeed hungry.
The doctor didn’t feel surprised to see him awake, although Eva Taylor was not in the room, and took his temperature directly, then nodded in satisfaction: “The fever is not recurring, good. White porridge for lunch?”
Joe Wright rubbed his dry abdomen and replied, “She already went to buy some.” The doctor said “hmm” and was ready to leave, but before leaving the door, he gave a reassuring advice: “Don’t eat fatty or irritating food for a week, and try not to touch alcohol until your stomach is completely healed.”
Joe Wright looked bewildered: “Doctor, I don’t seem … to be sick, do I?”