Exposing the Charade of Deep Affection (PDF)
Chapter 458

Chapter 458 Are You Really Planning to Leave Me?

I pursed my lips, instinctively wanting to refuse, but still walked towards him, standing by his side, reaching out to him somewhat reluctantly.

Seeing this, he pursed his lips, his eyebrows furrowed deeply, "Is this how you help people?"

Saying he wasn't drunk, I didn't believe it, but saying he was drunk, I didn't believe that either. His complexion and tone of voice were clearly as usual.

But somehow, something still didn't seem right.

Suppressing my dissatisfaction, I bent down to help him up. However, as soon as he stood up, his tall body leaned heavily against me. I almost lost my balance. After steadying him, I frowned and said, "Walter, stand properly!"

The sound of his low chuckle came from above, laced with a hint of mockery, "What? Not calling me Mr. Hinton anymore?"

Ignoring him, I guided him towards the exit of the box. He was walking, but stumbling all over the place. I wasn't sure if he was doing it on purpose or if he was really drunk, but it was definitely torturous. After much difficulty, I managed to help him to the side of the car and opened the back door for him. However, he stubbornly stood still, like a piece of wood. When I looked up at him, I saw that he had a cold expression on his face, full of displeasure.

Unable to figure out what was wrong with this person, I patiently asked, "What's wrong?"

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"I didn't sit in the back seat."

What a bad habit!

I was just short of giving him a few punches, but in the end, I held back, opened the passenger door for him, and shoved him in.

I took the driver's seat and saw him leaning back in his chair with his eyes closed. I didn't say much, just started the car. Because of the previous lesson where he got drunk, got out of the car, and went crazy looking for a female dog, I hardly stopped the car on the way except for traffic lights, and went straight to Water Villa.

Sending him to the old house so late, I was afraid it would disturb the old lady's rest, so I could only take him back to Water Villa.

After parking the car, I glanced sideways and saw that the man was still closing his eyes. I didn't know if he was asleep or just resting his eyes. After waiting for a few minutes and seeing no movement, I couldn't help but say, "We're here."

What responded to me was a bout of silence.

pursed my lips, then spoke again, "Walter, it's time."

He still didn't respond to me. Seeing this, I had no choice but to get out of the car, walk around to the passenger side, open the car door, and prepare to help him out of the car. However, as soon as my hand touched him, I was suddenly grabbed by him.

I was startled, instinctively stepping back, frowning at him, our eyes unexpectedly meeting.

"You..." Pretending to be asleep when you're not, how annoying.

Glaring at him angrily, he remained unmoved. He pursed his thin lips, nonchalantly swung his long legs out of the car, and then extended his

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slender hand towards me, saying, "Give me a hand."

I pursed my lips, didn't move, and said irritably, "You're not paralyzed, you can stand up, why do you need me to pull you up?" Although this car is a sports car, the seats are not low, it's not like he can't stand up.

He raised his eyebrows, lifting his gaze to look at me, and said, "So, if I were paralyzed, would you be willing to pull me?"

I...

The thought process of this person was simply beyond comprehension.

Too lazy to waste my breath on him, I reached out and pulled him up. But this man was incredibly boring, he directly pulled me into his arms, then stood up. His tall and slender body directly pressed down on my shoulders, and he said, "Help me back to the bedroom."

I can assure you, he did it on purpose.

Suppressing the dissatisfaction in my heart, I still clumsily escorted him back to the second-floor bedroom. Everything here remained unchanged, just as before. The decorations were the same, the plants were the same, even the traces of life were the same.

I tossed him onto the bed and turned to leave.

But suddenly, I was tightly embraced from behind by him. I furrowed my brows, wanting to struggle, but my hands were held down by him, I couldn't move at all. This person...

"Walter, you...

"So, you really plan to leave me, don't you?" He spoke, his voice low and hoarse, his warm breath hitting my ear, his slightly hot face buried in my neck.

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I froze, the words of reproach that were originally on the tip of my tongue were forcefully suppressed. A wave of sourness surged in my heart, overwhelming me, and I suddenly couldn't utter a single word.

He pressed against the side of my neck, his voice still hoarse, "When did you start thinking about giving up on me? We were fine when we were in Springbury, why did you suddenly feel like giving up on me? Because of Ezra? Or Marjorie? Tabatha, whichever it is, tell me, least let me die knowing, okay?"

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