Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 148

Chapter 148:.

“I think you’ve noticed that my mother and her father are trying to make us a couple. But that’s what they want. It doesn’t necessarily mean I’ll listen to them. I’m an adult, and I have my own thoughts, dreams, and moral code. I’m not a three-year-old who lets her parents dictate her destiny for her. Besides, my mother abandoned me and my father for many years, and now she wants to use me as a pawn right after she gets me back? It’s very naive of her. I refuse to go her way. If I end up doing it, people will say I’m a mistress too, And I don’t want that to happen!”.

When she finished speaking, she looked at Derek who was lying on the bed.

Then she continued, “Derek is indeed an excellent man. I won’t deny that he’s charming, but I’m not a woman who will stoop just to please men. Besides, he’s not the only good man in the world.”

For a moment, I was too stunned to utter a word.

I could see how sincere she was in that moment. However, I was still caught by how unexpected this was.

“So, who sent me the photos?”

“What photos?” she asked. It was obvious from her reaction that she didn’t know about the photos.

So I pulled out my phone to show her the photos.

She smiled and said, “Don’t bother asking. They’re probably of my mom or Derek’s dad. They will stop at nothing to ruin your marriage. To tell you the truth, my mother booked this room herself. I know what she’s planning. I never considered doing what she wants me to do. But I have to admit, I didn’t expect her to take pictures and send them to you.”

Indeed, Derek’s father had once told me he would replace a way to get me to leave.

Charlene got up, smoothed her clothes, picked up her purse and looked around.

“This room is nice. The room is already paid for, so it would be a waste not to use it. Enjoy yourselves, okay?”

After taking a few steps, she stopped dead in her tracks. Then, he turned around and flashed me a smile.

“By the way, when I helped you come here, you kept saying someone’s name.”

My heart skipped a beat. “What’s his name?” The first person I thought of was Sybil.

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Charlene seemed to have expected my reaction.

A faint smile appeared on her lips. “You know what, Eveline? Trust is very important for couples.”

She may be right. Trust should be the first and most important thing for a couple to possess. As embarrassed as I was to admit it, I really didn’t trust Derek enough, and the root cause had to be the fact that I lacked confidence in myself.

With that, Charlene went on her way.

I walked over to the bed and took a look at Derek, who remained asleep on the bed.

His face was flushed and he appeared to be sound asleep.

I took off his shoes and tucked him in.

Soon, my wet pajamas began to make me uncomfortable. So I went to the bathroom to take a shower.

Just before I could finish, I heard a knock coming from outside the door.

I quickly turned off the faucet, grabbed a towel, wrapped it around myself and opened the door, only to replace that Derek was now sitting on the floor by the door.

“Why are you sitting on the floor?”

I thought he had woken up, but he was leaning against the wall weakly, and his eyes were still closed.

He was clutching his crotch with one hand.

“This is urgent.”

Knowing what he meant, I decided to help him into the bathroom despite how uncomfortable it was.

When he came out, I helped him back to bed. He was very heavy. As soon as he landed on the bed, he pulled me in and hugged me.

Now that he was drunk, he looked so childish. I couldn’t argue with him, so I had to pull the quilt back with my feet and we both covered up.

“I love you, Eveline,” he said, apparently not yet awake.

I was surprised to hear him say that, and immediately confronted him.

“Derek, what did you say?”

As I rolled over and shifted our comfortable position, he frowned and tilted his head toward me, slowly drifting off to sleep.

I didn’t care if he said those words because he was drunk or dreaming. What mattered was how much he moved me.

Maybe I would never hear him say those words sober.

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