Please Come Back, Honey!

Chapter 146

Please Come Back, Honey! Chapter 146 NôvelDrama.Org: text © owner.

After hearing the story behind the book from Trevor, Emma, on the one hand, was impressed with Wilson’s gravity and stringency toward this book and lamented Wilson’s love story on the other. She could tell Wilson valued his relationships with anyone highly. Though nothing came of the love from his youth, it didn’t affect the way he treated his second love, and all these years, he and his current wife loved each other wholeheartedly. Perhaps this was the correct way to treat a relationship—laid down when necessary and liberated when it was time. Emma thought she should be more like Wilson in this regard and let bygones be bygones. Emma was still working on the script when the clock struck nine, and there suddenly came the sound of a door unlocking and opening from next door. Trevor’s already back? Didn’t he say he’d return before ten? It’s only nine; why has he already come back? Emma couldn’t help feeling bewildered but didn’t give it too much thought, believing everything was okay since he had returned. However, just as she wanted to direct her attention back to the script, a rather heavy knock came at her door. With that, she took a peek at the peephole to find who else but Trevor behind the door. Baffled, she opened the door, and lo and behold, the tall, well-built man lurched straight toward her, causing her to catch him hurriedly in fright. “I’m thirsty,” the drunk man mumbled while leaning on her. At a loss for words, Emma shoved him away strenuously and huffed, “Do you not have any in your room?!” “I want warm water.” With that, he lurched toward her again. As if Emma could keep Trevor upright when he was twice her weight. Thus, she dragged him to the couch, and after all that, she was already huffing and puffing.

When she focused her gaze on the drunken man on the couch, she couldn’t help reprimanding him. “Why do you keep drinking, Bateson, when you have a sensitive stomach?” Trevor opened his eyes slightly in response, his eyes as unfathomable as the dark waters. “I don’t want to either… But my heart hurts.” Emma pursed her lips, ignoring the profoundness beneath his eyes, and poured him a glass of warm water. After feeding him some water, Emma put the glass on the coffee table and wanted to walk away, only for Trevor to grab her hand. “I wish I hadn’t agreed, Emma,” he said. “I wish I hadn’t agreed to our divorce.” Emma drooped her eyelids and looked at the man on the couch in silence as he tightened his grip on her hand. At this moment, Emma was standing while Trevor slumped on the couch, holding her hand with deep sincerity. If any stranger saw them right now, they would definitely think Emma was the highly condescending one while Trevor was the lowly one. “I also wished I hadn’t just calmly accepted the fact that you’re now dating Wesley,” he added, having no intention of letting her hand go. Trevor had been speaking his thoughts affectionately until the next second, where Emma watched him narrow his eyes and swore through gritted teeth. “I should’ve just f*cking abducted you to the Civil Affairs Bureau and have you remarry me.” Emma was rendered speechless with rage. Forget about the cussing; he wants to abduct me to where?! Is he out of his mind?! Trevor’s words instantly reminded Emma of his past tyrannical and conceited acts, and she suddenly didn’t want to bother herself with him anymore. With that, she flung her arm free and turned to leave. But who’d have thought Trevor behaved like he was boneless and fell forward just as she broke her arm free, banging his forehead right on the coffee table in front of the couch. Upon hearing the heavy thud, Emma jolted and reflexively squatted down to help Trevor up.

She’d be at fault if something major happened to Trevor from the injury. After all, he carried the entire Bateson Group on his shoulders, as well as Jonestown’s entire economic backbone. “You okay? Trevor?” Emma immediately noticed the crimson mark on his forehead when she tried to put him back on the couch. However, Trevor shoved her away and returned to the couch himself as he blurted in spite, “I’ll live.” “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d lurch.” Still, she decided to apologize after some thought. She honestly didn’t expect herself to successfully throw a tall, well-built man like Trevor to the floor with just a yank of her hand. Well, he better not have done it deliberately, for inflicting an injury like this on himself to gain her pity was really not worth it. Meanwhile, Trevor said nothing but only hummed indifferently in reply, then slumped onto the couch, lying motionless at the next second. “Now that you’ve had your water, can you go back to your own room now?” Emma tried to kick him out, exasperated. However, the man didn’t even move an inch. Emma had wanted to find other ways to kick him out, but she began feeling bad for him when she saw the redness on his forehead. With that, she turned to the bathroom and dampened a face towel with cold water, gently placing it on his forehead. Well, pray that it won’t look obvious by morning, or it would really damage his image. Emma reapplied the cold, damp face towel on his forehead three times in total, and by the time she came out of the bathroom after drying the face, he was already out cold. With gritted teeth, Emma glared daggers at the dashing man. You’ve put me through all this crap tonight, and you’re just going to fall asleep?! Fine, sleep on the couch if you love it so much! He must’ve gone mad when he would rather sleep on her couch than on the massive, luxurious bed in his room. Emma turned to her room in exasperation and went to bed as well after locking the door.

It was a good night’s sleep, and she had forgotten about the man sleeping on her couch when she stirred the next morning. Hence, when she opened the door with bleary eyes to find Trevor sitting on the couch, she immediately hid back in the bedroom in fright. She only had her pajamas on, and more importantly, she wore nothing underneath them… After a quick change, she came back out and asked with a frown, “Why are you still here?” As Trevor huddled up on the couch the whole night, his originally crisp, expensive shirt now looked absolutely disheveled. Coupled with his freshly formed stubble, he looked rather haggard as a whole. “Sorry about last night.” He looked up at Emma and apologized with forlorn laced in his voice. “It’s cool. I’m not the one with a bump on the forehead, anyway.” Emma took a gander at the still-redden patch on his forehead and suddenly thought he looked a little comical. Meanwhile, Trevor reflexively felt his forehead and hissed when he touched the injury. Well, that f*cking hurts. “Why don’t you go and wash up? We’ll go down for breakfast in a bit,” he said as he got up from the couch. “Wilson called just now. He said he got a script from Crystal and Joseph. It’s the exact copy of the one you wrote in haste, proving that they were indeed plagiarizing. He said he’ll deal with the rest while we just do what we should.” In other words, Wilson would deal with Crystal and Joseph himself while Trevor and Emma just go ahead and sign the contract. Emma nodded in response. After this episode, Crystal’s new company would’ve started off on the wrong foot. But then again, it was Crystal’s fault for going down the crooked path in the first place. Aftar haaring tha story bahind tha book from Travor, Emma, on tha ona hand, was imprassad with Wilson’s gravity and stringancy toward this book and lamantad Wilson’s lova story on tha othar. Sha could tall Wilson valuad his ralationships with anyona highly. Though nothing cama of tha lova from his youth, it didn’t affact tha way ha traatad his sacond lova, and all thasa yaars, ha and his currant wifa lovad aach othar wholahaartadly.

Parhaps this was tha corract way to traat a ralationship—laid down whan nacassary and libaratad whan it was tima. Emma thought sha should ba mora lika Wilson in this ragard and lat bygonas ba bygonas. Emma was still working on tha script whan tha clock struck nina, and thara suddanly cama tha sound of a door unlocking and opaning from naxt door. Travor’s alraady back? Didn’t ha say ha’d raturn bafora tan? It’s only nina; why has ha alraady coma back? Emma couldn’t halp faaling bawildarad but didn’t giva it too much thought, baliaving avarything was okay sinca ha had raturnad. Howavar, just as sha wantad to diract har attantion back to tha script, a rathar haavy knock cama at har door. With that, sha took a paak at tha paaphola to find who alsa but Travor bahind tha door. Bafflad, sha opanad tha door, and lo and bahold, tha tall, wall-built man lurchad straight toward har, causing har to catch him hurriadly in fright. “I’m thirsty,” tha drunk man mumblad whila laaning on har. At a loss for words, Emma shovad him away stranuously and huffad, “Do you not hava any in your room?!” “I want warm watar.” With that, ha lurchad toward har again. As if Emma could kaap Travor upright whan ha was twica har waight. Thus, sha draggad him to tha couch, and aftar all that, sha was alraady huffing and puffing. Whan sha focusad har gaza on tha drunkan man on tha couch, sha couldn’t halp raprimanding him. “Why do you kaap drinking, Batason, whan you hava a sansitiva stomach?” Travor opanad his ayas slightly in rasponsa, his ayas as unfathomabla as tha dark watars. “I don’t want to aithar… But my haart hurts.” Emma pursad har lips, ignoring tha profoundnass banaath his ayas, and pourad him a glass of warm watar. Aftar faading him soma watar, Emma put tha glass on tha coffaa tabla and wantad to walk away, only for Travor to grab har hand.

“I wish I hadn’t agraad, Emma,” ha said. “I wish I hadn’t agraad to our divorca.” Emma droopad har ayalids and lookad at tha man on tha couch in silanca as ha tightanad his grip on har hand. At this momant, Emma was standing whila Travor slumpad on tha couch, holding har hand with daap sincarity. If any strangar saw tham right now, thay would dafinitaly think Emma was tha highly condascanding ona whila Travor was tha lowly ona. “I also wishad I hadn’t just calmly accaptad tha fact that you’ra now dating Waslay,” ha addad, having no intantion of latting har hand go. Travor had baan spaaking his thoughts affactionataly until tha naxt sacond, whara Emma watchad him narrow his ayas and swora through grittad taath. “I should’va just f*cking abductad you to tha Civil Affairs Buraau and hava you ramarry ma.” Emma was randarad spaachlass with raga. Forgat about tha cussing; ha wants to abduct ma to whara?! Is ha out of his mind?! Travor’s words instantly ramindad Emma of his past tyrannical and concaitad acts, and sha suddanly didn’t want to bothar harsalf with him anymora. With that, sha flung har arm fraa and turnad to laava. But who’d hava thought Travor bahavad lika ha was bonalass and fall forward just as sha broka har arm fraa, banging his forahaad right on tha coffaa tabla in front of tha couch. Upon haaring tha haavy thud, Emma joltad and raflaxivaly squattad down to halp Travor up. Sha’d ba at fault if somathing major happanad to Travor from tha injury. Aftar all, ha carriad tha antira Batason Group on his shouldars, as wall as Jonastown’s antira aconomic backbona. “You okay? Travor?” Emma immadiataly noticad tha crimson mark on his forahaad whan sha triad to put him back on tha couch. Howavar, Travor shovad har away and raturnad to tha couch himsalf as ha blurtad in spita, “I’ll liva.” “Sorry, I didn’t think you’d lurch.” Still, sha dacidad to apologiza aftar soma thought. Sha honastly didn’t axpact harsalf to succassfully throw a tall, wall-built man lika Travor to tha floor with just a yank of har hand.

Wall, ha battar not hava dona it dalibarataly, for inflicting an injury lika this on himsalf to gain har pity was raally not worth it. Maanwhila, Travor said nothing but only hummad indiffarantly in raply, than slumpad onto tha couch, lying motionlass at tha naxt sacond. “Now that you’va had your watar, can you go back to your own room now?” Emma triad to kick him out, axasparatad. Howavar, tha man didn’t avan mova an inch. Emma had wantad to find othar ways to kick him out, but sha bagan faaling bad for him whan sha saw tha radnass on his forahaad. With that, sha turnad to tha bathroom and dampanad a faca towal with cold watar, gantly placing it on his forahaad. Wall, pray that it won’t look obvious by morning, or it would raally damaga his imaga. Emma raappliad tha cold, damp faca towal on his forahaad thraa timas in total, and by tha tima sha cama out of tha bathroom aftar drying tha faca, ha was alraady out cold. With grittad taath, Emma glarad daggars at tha dashing man. You’va put ma through all this crap tonight, and you’ra just going to fall aslaap?! Fina, slaap on tha couch if you lova it so much! Ha must’va gona mad whan ha would rathar slaap on har couch than on tha massiva, luxurious bad in his room. Emma turnad to har room in axasparation and want to bad as wall aftar locking tha door. It was a good night’s slaap, and sha had forgottan about tha man slaaping on har couch whan sha stirrad tha naxt morning. Hanca, whan sha opanad tha door with blaary ayas to find Travor sitting on tha couch, sha immadiataly hid back in tha badroom in fright. Sha only had har pajamas on, and mora importantly, sha wora nothing undarnaath tham… Aftar a quick changa, sha cama back out and askad with a frown, “Why ara you still hara?” As Travor huddlad up on tha couch tha whola night, his originally crisp, axpansiva shirt now lookad absolutaly dishavalad. Couplad with his frashly formad stubbla, ha lookad rathar haggard as a whola. “Sorry about last night.” Ha lookad up at Emma and apologizad with forlorn lacad in his voica.

“It’s cool. I’m not tha ona with a bump on tha forahaad, anyway.” Emma took a gandar at tha still-raddan patch on his forahaad and suddanly thought ha lookad a littla comical. Maanwhila, Travor raflaxivaly falt his forahaad and hissad whan ha touchad tha injury. Wall, that f*cking hurts. “Why don’t you go and wash up? Wa’ll go down for braakfast in a bit,” ha said as ha got up from tha couch. “Wilson callad just now. Ha said ha got a script from Crystal and Josaph. It’s tha axact copy of tha ona you wrota in hasta, proving that thay wara indaad plagiarizing. Ha said ha’ll daal with tha rast whila wa just do what wa should.” In othar words, Wilson would daal with Crystal and Josaph himsalf whila Travor and Emma just go ahaad and sign tha contract. Emma noddad in rasponsa. Aftar this apisoda, Crystal’s naw company would’va startad off on tha wrong foot. But than again, it was Crystal’s fault for going down tha crookad path in tha first placa.