NovelOnlineThe incessant barking of Coly in the backyard was a dead giveaway — someone had definitely hopped the fence.
Coly, ever the vigilant watchdog, could sense the slightest disturbance, often catching what human ears would miss.
Colin's decision to sell his shares in the Langley Group to the All-Stars Consortium had sent shockwaves throughout the company. The sudden involvement of the All-Stars Consortium and their upper echelon's swift takeover had undoubtedly ruffled the feathers of the Langley family, with Henry at the helm, leaving them seething.
Panic-stricken, | thrust open the door, my pounding heart finally settling as | slumped against the door frame, gasping for air.
In that moment, | had to admit, despite the past, the current me was genuinely worried for Colin.
“Phoebe...” Colin's voice was slurred, clearly inebriated. Curled up at the foot of the bed, he clutched his knees, his gaze clouded with confusion as he looked at me.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtRelief washed over me as | approached the figure sprawled on the floor, treading gingerly.
"Are you hurt?" | crouched in front of Colin, whispering the question.
His usually pallid face was speckled with droplets of blood, which somehow made him look both alluring and ethereal.
Compelled by some unseen force, | reached out to wipe the blood from his face, only for my hand to be seized by him under his intense gaze.
The heat in his eyes was palpable, flickering with an intensity that seemed to burn. “Phoebe... it's not my blood.” Chills crept up my spine as Colin's eyes bore into me, as if he could swallow me whole.
Just when | thought he might lean in for a kiss amid the tension, he jolted his head up and enveloped me in an embrace, his voice thick with alcohol. “Phoebe... what's going on? I'm so scared; my head's spinning..." Inhaling the scent of liquor on him, | let out a resigned sigh.
“Eric, take care of this, will you? Hand this man over to the
cops.” Eric chuckled, seemingly relieved as well. It was as if he was relieved that | hadn't rushed to check if the person was dead but had first seen to Colin's wellbeing.
So, did Colin's fervent gaze mean that | finally put him first? The silly man! “Take him to the station,” Eric said after checking the intruder's pulse, confirming he was just knocked out, not dead.
I watched as both Eric and | exhaled in unison.
Colin, utterly wasted, slumped against me. | couldn't tell if he was truly drunk or feigning it, his body smeared with the intruder's blood, hair a mess. And yet, his face remained strikingly handsome.
“Phoebe...” Colin was probably truly drunk, constantly murmuring my name.
“My wife... Phoebe...” His voice was whiny, clinging to me, refusing to let go.
I sighed. Now he wasn't playing dumb but pretending to be drunk? Whether he was truly drunk or not, he desperately needed a bath.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Get up, let's get you cleaned up. You're filthy..." | said with a hint of disdain, dragging him toward the bathroom.
Colin obediently followed, lifting his arms as we entered the bathroom. He was silently asking me to help him out of his hoodie.
On tiptoes, | managed to pull it over his head, and for a moment, our eyes locked, my heart skipping a beat.
My breath caught, and in the next second, Colin's hoodie ensnared me in his embrace, and his foggy eyes claimed mine in a kiss.
It was impossible to resist. He was like a bewitching fae. If animals ever turned into humans, Colin would surely be a fox.
“Pants...” Colin kissed me breathlessly and had the audacity to shamelessly ask me to help him with his pants!
I wanted to flee, my heartbeat quick, cheeks flushing, but trapped by his hoodie, | couldn't escape.
“Phoebe... your face is red,” Colin observed with a tone of surprise, as if he had stumbled upon a new wonder. “Phoebe, check your pulse.”
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