Filed to story: A Second Chance with My Billionaire Love
“No!” Halston was firm.
He knew his mother well.
If Francine knew that Flossie was the woman lying there, she wouldn’t let it go that night.
Things would get very troublesome.
“Hey, just let me look at her!” Francine was unwilling to admit to defeat.
She behaved childishly and kept pestering Halston, insisting on taking a look at Flossie.
At first, she was just slightly curious.
However, her curiosity deepened because of how Halston had stopped her fiercely.
“Not a chance.” Halston refused to give in.
He kept a cold face and said, “If you insist on this, I’ll take her away and won’t come home for avery long time.” When Francine heard that, she stopped struggling and waved her hand. “Okay, I’ll stop.
Just stay home for a few days with your darling…
Go to bed.
I’ll sleep now.” There was still a long way to go.
Francine felt that there would come a day when she could finally meet the woman.
If she forced Halston to leave, she might not see the woman again.
At last, she held her curiosity back and left the room.
She decided to adopt a long-term plan.
Halston was left alone with Flossie in the spacious bedroom.
At that time, Flossie was sleeping soundly and wasn’t in discomfort because she had vomited all the alcohol.
However, she was still muddle-headed and couldn’t tell between fantasy and reality.
Halston sat on the balcony and watched Flossie’s familiar and delicate face under the moonlight.
He quietly lit a cigarette, and the smoke lingered around him.
It made his refined facial features look more handsome and surreal.
Similarly, the wonderful moment seemed a little surreal…
Halston hoped that time would stop so he could stay with her quietly and watch her forever
Late at night, Flossie suddenly felt thirsty.
She sat up because she wanted to drink some water.
“Water! I want some water.” “Just lay down.
I’ll get you water.” Halston put out the cigarette, and stood up.
He walked toward the bar counter, and quietly poured ber@@glass of water before heading to the bed
At that time, the lights in the room were turned off except for the sensor bedside lamp
Flossie could see his vague facial features and the rough structure of the room.
In a daze, she found him and the room familiar.
It made her let down her guard, and she was very relaxed.
“Here you go.” Halston handed Flossie a glass of water.
“Thank you!” Flossie accepted it without hesitation and gulped it down quickly.
The refreshing and cold feeling sobered her up.
However, because of her body’s inertia, she couldn’t tell whether it was a dream or reality.
After placing the glass down, she said casually, “Thank you, darling.
You’re the best.” Then, she lay in bed again and closed her eyes to doze back to sleep.
“What did you…call me?” In the dark, Halston paused and watched her in bed.
Her words had flattered him deeply.
Never had he imagined she would address him that way again, especially after he did such terrible things to her and harmed her.
Many times, he told himself that everything was over-they would never return to being a married couple.
He might never again hear her call him darling so sweetly and softly, nor would she rely on him wholeheartedly.
Yet now, he experienced it again.
An unspeakable and complicated feeling gripped Halston.
He was both happy and sad.
The feeling was akin to getting bestowed the last radiance of the sun while on the verge of death.
Though he was filled with energy again, he knew that Flossie acted this way because of the alcohol.
Flossie might be drunk, and couldn’t tell between reality and dream.
She was probably still in a dream.
They might be living together in her dream, or another parallel world.
There wouldn’t be so many obstacles between them.
They could resolve all difficulties and live together simply because they were in love.
Unfortunately, he was still too timid to face everything in this world.
He wasn’t afraid of getting hurt; rather, he feared seeing Flossie hurt.
He would choose the one that would cause the least hurt.