chapter 188
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chapter 188
Desmond, having been hit for no reason, glanced at the fallen Damian, then at Claudine, who stood at the top of the stairs with a cold face.
He cursed, “What a mess!”
After cursing, he turned and left.
Others might think he was truly angry, but only he knew how guilty he felt at that moment.
Dami was so protective of Claudine now-if he ever found out that tonight he was almost sent to another woman’s place…
Desmond hurried away, afraid that if he was a moment too late, Damian would catch him and tear him to pieces.
“Mrs. Barrette, Mr. Barrette is this drunk. I’ll go prepare some hangover soup. Please help Mr. Barrette to the bed- room.”
After saying this, the servant went to the kitchen.
Claudine looked at the man on the sofa. It was clear that he was indeed very drunk.
Thinking back to earlier, when Damian actually hit Desmond for her sake, Claudine could only find it amusing.
This man had probably forgotten.
The reason his friends looked down on her was because, as her husband, he had never valued her.
Now he wanted to defend her-wasn’t it a little too late for that!
The drunken man on the sofa was now clutching his stomach, his face twisted in pain.
Damian had always had stomach problems, which started when he first took over the Barrette Group, brought on by excessive drinking.
Back then, Claudine would wait for him every night, no matter how late it was.
Knowing he had social engagements, she would prepare hangover soup in advance, and also make a bowl of chicken soup to soothe his stomach.
She kept up this routine for five years!
All her efforts were repaid with Damian coming home later and later, with his indifference and disregard.
Now, when she had finally made up her mind to leave, this man, under the influence of alcohol, claimed he couldn’t live without her.
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Could anything be more ridiculous than this!
Claudine didn’t spare the man another glance.
She turned around, leaving the man behind her.
Even as he called out, “Claudine, don’t go…”
Damian was the president of the Barrette Group, the master of Belmont Estates.
Even if he was drunk, there was no shortage of people to take care of him.
She would never again look after him in every detail as she once did.
But just as she lifted her foot to leave, her wrist was grabbed.
With a gentle tug from his large hand, she fell into a burning hot embrace.
“Claudine… I don’t want… to be apart from you…”
A woman’s strength could never compare to a man’s, especially not a drunken, unsteady man.
Claudine struggled to get up, but the hand around her waist held her tightly in place.
“Damian! Let me go!”
The servant in the kitchen heard the commotion and peeked out.
Seeing the two of them entwined on the sofa, the servant blushed and spoke.
“Mrs. Barrette, the hangover soup is ready in the pot. I’ll go rest now.”
Claudine said, “Come here and give me a hand.”
But how could the servant possibly go over!
She was hoping Mr. and Mrs. Barrette would make up soon, and if they could have a child, that would be even better.
In the blink of an eye, only Damian and Claudine were left in the first-floor hall.
“Claudine, tell me, what do I have to do for you to agree not to divorce…”
Damian, dead drunk, continued to “ramble nonsense,” while Claudine only wanted to push him away.
Even if Damian had said these things while sober, she would never have believed them, let alone now!
“Damian, sober up! Get off me!”
Claudine used all her strength and finally managed to push him away.
Damian fell heavily onto the floor, and the pain brought him a moment of clarity.
He opened his eyes and saw Claudine.
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Just as he was about to get up, he received a hard slap across the face.
Claudine thought he was getting up to grab her, so she struck first and slapped him!
That slap sobered Damian up completely.
He glanced around at his surroundings, his mind still stuck on the fact that he had just been drinking with Desmond!
How did he end up back here!
Claudine didn’t bother with him any further and headed straight upstairs.
Damian got up and sat on the sofa.
He watched Claudine’s retreating figure, his heart filled with bitterness.
She truly didn’t care about him anymore!
From the upstairs bedroom came the sound of a door closing, and Damian thought he even heard the door being locked.
Damian leaned back on the sofa, staring at the ceiling, left with nothing but a bitter smile.
She locked the door-was she afraid he would bother her while drunk…
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