“Jericho, look at you! You don’t even take care of your own wife, and now Joaquin has to do it for you…” Hayden pointed at Jericho, speaking earnestly. “You, you!”
After being scolded by Hayden, Jericho’s brows furrowed slightly.
Sensing the awkward atmosphere, Romina tried to smooth things over. “Thank you, Uncle Joaquin. Thank you, Grandpa. There’s no need to go out of your way for me; I can manage on my own.”
Uncle Joaquin.
When these words reached his ears, the hand holding the wine glass paused slightly.
This was the first time Romina had called him ‘Uncle Joaquin‘ in front of everyone.
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It was also the first time he had ever heard her use that title.
For some reason…
It was extremely unpleasant.
As the dinner drew to a close, the men had drunk several bottles of wine together. Both Jericho and Joaquin were somewhat drunk, making it impossible for them to leave the Bowman’s mansion. Nadine and Kashton were forced to stay overnight.
When Romina was about to call for a car to leave, Hayden suddenly stopped her. “Romi, Jericho is drunk tonight. Why don’t you stay and take care of him for the night!”
“But, Grandpa…” Romina tried every excuse she could think of. “Lina is still staying at my place. I need to go back and take care of her.”
Before Hayden could respond, Kashton cut in, “Isn’t your friend staying at your house? Can’t she take care of the little girl?”
As soon as he said this, everyone turned their attention to Romina.
Romina fixed her gaze on the child. Kashton and his father were truly cut from the same cloth, always able to hit her where it hurt most.
Straight to the point.
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At this point, if she kept making excuses, she would seem like an unreasonable ‘wife.‘
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For the sake of Hayden’s health, she chose to swallow her pride and temporarily put aside the matter of divorcing Jericho.
“Mom, just take Dad upstairs to rest! Tonight, Nadi and I will sleep in the guest room…”
Kashton instinctively leaned closer to Nadine, a bright smile on his face.
Romina glanced over, her eyes dark as night.
He was closer to others than to his own mother–how ridiculous!
“Romi, help Jericho upstairs! He’s already completely drunk.”
Hayden urged her again.
Romina felt helpless. No matter how much she resisted inside, she didn’t dare embarrass Hayden in front of everyone.
She nodded gently, walked over to Jericho, and helped him up from the sofa.
Jericho was clearly very drunk, swaying as he stood.
The man sitting across from the sofa kept his gaze fixed on their backs, the anger in his eyes especially deep.
Nadine was also watching them with the same look.
“Nadi, it’s almost nine o’clock. Let’s go upstairs, wash up, and get some rest!”
Kashton tugged Nadine’s hand, intending to head upstairs.
“Okay.”
Nadine reached out and gently stroked Kashton’s head, her eyes full of affection.
After everyone had left, the man on the sofa finally got up slowly and walked toward the stairs.
His gaze remained fixed on the tightly closed door on the second floor.
As he approached, he vaguely heard a voice from inside: “Jericho, you bastard!”
The man’s steps unconsciously halted in front of the door.
His slender, well–defined hand had already reached for the doorknob.
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Just as the cold doorknob was gripped in his palm, footsteps suddenly echoed from the third floor.
He quickly let go, slipped into the adjacent room, and then strode toward the balcony, listening intently to the sounds from next door.
At this moment, inside the room.
Romina’s hands were pinned down by Jericho, firmly pressed against the mattress.
His long legs straddled her slender waist, completely trapping her beneath him, his face clouded with anger as he stared at her.
Romina glared back at him with equal fury: “Let go!”
“Why did you just hit her?”
The corners of the man’s eyes were tinged with a crimson rage, and the air around him grew oppressive- ly heavy.
Ever since Romina had brought him upstairs, he had been pestering her, demanding to know why she hit Nadine, acting as if he was seeking justice for Nadine.
Seeing him like this, Romina found it utterly ridiculous.
“If you feel so upset, then why don’t you hit me back for her!” Romina curled her lips into a cold, sharp smile. “If Joaquin hadn’t protected me just now, I bet you would have already laid hands on me, right?”
“You were the one at fault in the first place!”
“Did you ever ask what she did to me behind my back? The pain I endured was far more than just a slap!”
“You mean what happened in prison?” The man’s gaze turned vicious. “Wasn’t that what you de- served?”
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