Back to Love: A New Beginning
Chapter 93

Chapter 93:.

“But I’m not a strange man,” Aaron said. I let out a chuckle at his response. “I know. You’re Derek’s cousin.”

Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks to look me in the eye. “Eve, don’t you remember me?”

Just as I was about to stagger up the stairs, I stopped; not because of Aaron’s question, but because I could see a beam of light illuminating the dark staircase.

Even though I was drunk, my intuitive sense was working well.

I knew it had to be Derek.

A few seconds later, the light fell to the floor, and was soon eclipsed by his leather shoes.

Derek slowly made his way toward us.

Instinctively, I took a step back. And since I couldn’t keep my feet steady, Aaron continued to support me.

“She’s drunk,” he said.

“I see,” Derek muttered, “Thanks for your help, Aaron. You must be tired. You haven’t had any rest since you got off the plane. You should go home and get some rest now.”

As he spoke, he pulled me away from Aaron’s embrace. I reacted violently, trying to push him away. But unable to hold on, I collapsed. Fortunately, Aaron held me just in time.

“I should escort you upstairs. If there’s any misunderstanding, you can explain it to her when she’s sober,” Aaron said.

“I don’t think that would be appropriate,” Derek replied. He was still trying to hug me.

“Go away!” I roared, leaving him stunned. I soon shook Aaron off, staggered to the stairs and leaned against the wall.

“Go away, both of you. I can climb alone.”

I thought I really could do it alone, but before I could take a step forward, my legs collapsed beneath me. Derek held me just in time with one arm, lifting me up without another word.

I began to struggle to free myself from his grip. “Let go, Derek!” but he didn’t. Instead, he held me tighter and said in a patient voice, “If you don’t want to see me anymore, I’ll leave as soon as you get in the house.” So, he took me upstairs, took the key out of my purse, unlocked the door, and put me in bed.

I was not unconscious. I really didn’t want to look at him, so I kept my eyes closed.

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He sat on the edge of my bed for a while before finally getting out. I thought he was leaving, but soon he came in with a glass of water in his hand.

“There’s no hot water, so I’ve warmed up some. I’ve already blown it out, so it’s not hot anymore.”

He helped me up so I could drink some water, but I kept my mouth shut. I could sense that he was upset, as his breathing seemed to have gotten a little heavier.

As I refused to drink the water, he drank it himself.

But when he finished drinking, he put down the glass and got on top of me. He started kissing me and forced water into my mouth through his mouth.

I choked on the water and coughed violently because I didn’t want what he was doing.

He helped me up and patted my back to ease my discomfort.

When I stopped coughing, I tried to push him away again. “Didn’t you say you’d leave as soon as I got into my house, what are you still doing here?”

Derek grabbed me by the shoulders, glaring at me. “Don’t you remember what I told you before? You shouldn’t get drunk in front of strange men, why did you do it again?”

He must have overheard my conversation with Aaron.

I smiled, but I wasn’t sure if it was mockery or bitterness I felt.

“Strange men, you mean Aaron? If that’s your definition of strange, then you are strange to me too. I married you without even knowing you. I’m so fucking stupid.”

Derek swallowed his agitation. “You regret it?”

I nodded, resisting my urge to cry. “I do regret it. I wasn’t supposed to get married. I should never have married a man who didn’t love me and only wanted to use me.”

Soon, I fell back onto the bed, and I could feel my tears about to fall.

Derek leaned over to me and cupped my cheeks with his hands. He seemed to want to kiss me again.

I turned my face to avoid him, but I was so drunk I couldn’t get away from him. He quickly got on top of me again, while greedily thrusting his tongue into my mouth. It was as if he was trying to get me to submit to him, one way or another.

I couldn’t breathe because of his kiss. I had no idea how long it lasted, but when I could finally breathe, I snickered. “Right. You not only wanted to use me, but you also wanted to sleep with me. I’m just a tool to satisfy your desires.”

Right after I finished speaking, I noticed Derek was dumbfounded. He pinched my chin and stared at me. “Eveline, do you really have to do this?” he asked.

I shook off his hand and looked up at the ceiling.

“Derek, I don’t want to see your face right now. If you don’t want me to hate you even more, just go away, okay? I have a migraine right now and I don’t want to talk. I just want to get some fucking sleep.”

He fell silent. After a while, the weight on my body disappeared, and soon I heard him leave the room. Moments later, he seemed to have returned, followed by the sound of a cup being placed on the table. “I’m leaving, Eveline. When you wake up, we’ll talk about this properly.”

He stood there for a while longer, waiting for my response. And when I didn’t respond, he finally walked out the door and closed it behind him.

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