Bride of Mr. Billion - Chapter 824

Chapter 825:

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“I’m in a hurry,” Herbert replied.

With that, he took a step forward, about to leave.

“Have I always wanted to quarrel with you?”

I suddenly stood up, but Herbert didn’t stop. In the blink of an eye, he was already walking out of the dining room.

“Herbert, stop right there!”

I shouted.

My shout made Herbert pause in his tracks.

I stepped in front of him, lifting my head to look into his eyes.

I took a deep breath, then said calmly, “In fact, I never intended to argue with you.”

“L…”

Herbert seemed to want to say something, but I interrupted him.

“Herbert, let’s… break up.”

Although I had mentally prepared myself, saying those words still caused my heart to ache. This relationship had once given me so much hope, yet each time, it made my hope fade away. Happiness was like a blooming flower—gorgeous, but short-lived.

Herbert was first stunned, and then his expression became somewhat complicated. He said seriously, “You’re not sober yet. I’ll have Miranda bring you some sobering medicine later.”

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He then stepped forward and left.

“Herbert, I am being serious!”

I called out, watching his retreating figure.

With his back to me, Herbert didn’t stop. Soon, he left the villa.

“Herbert…”

No matter how loudly I shouted behind him, he acted as though he didn’t hear me at all. Since he refused to face me, I decided to wait a few more days. After all, I wasn’t in a rush. I could stay with Lucas for a little longer.

That morning, while I was sitting at my desk, Joey pushed open the door and walked in.

“How are you feeling? Are you sober?”

Joey sat down in front of me.

“My head still hurts a little.”

I reached up and touched my forehead.

Seeing my haggard face, Joey asked, “What happened last night? You drank so much, I couldn’t even stop you. In the end, you got drunk. Luckily, I was there with you. You can’t drink like this when you’re out alone. You never know if someone might take advantage of you.”

Hearing this, I asked, “By the way, did you send me back last night?”

“If it wasn’t me, who else would it be? Mr. Hall drove us to your villa,” Joey replied.

At this, I frowned and asked, “Was Herbert at home then? Did he see Mr. Hall?”

No wonder Herbert was in a bad mood this morning. It turned out that he was angry because I went out drinking with Mr. Hall again.

I felt a little uneasy, but then I thought, I didn’t do anything wrong. I just had a meal with a client. What’s the big deal?

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