Thankfully, Wyatt Perry caught her in time.
Claudia Ross collapsed into Wyatt Perry’s arms, cupping his face with a silly question, “Who are you, why do you…
look so much like my husband…”
Wyatt Perry didn’t make a sound, grabbed her wrist, and moved her hand away from his face.
“Really resembles him, if you were my husband…
how nice it would be, he wouldn’t treat me so…
so gently…”
“He looks at me with such dislike…
really hates me…
would you be my husband…
please?”
“I’m getting a divorce…
I have a lot of money, you know…
as long as you’re good to me…
I could support you…”
Claudia Ross thought she was dreaming, babbling nonsense, not caring if the alcohol on her breath was about to suffocate Wyatt Perry.
He scolded her unhappily, “Why does a woman drink so much?”
“I’m happy…
hehe…”
Claudia Ross smiled goofily, and even Wyatt Perry couldn’t help wanting to laugh.
“Happy about getting a divorce?”
“Of course I’m happy…
I’ve been waiting for this day…
so long…
burp…”
Claudia Ross let out a hiccup, exhaling a pungent smell of alcohol.
Wyatt Perry disdainfully threw her back into the bathtub.
“Don’t call me if you’re going to drink again in the future.”
“Who are you…
why are you so good to me…” Claudia Ross lay in the bathtub, closed her eyes, and yelled, “Wyatt Perry, you bastard, bastard…
bastard…”
Her voice weakened.
To her surprise, she dozed off.
Wyatt Perry felt wronged by the scolding; he really couldn’t recall what made him such a bastard.
Their marriage was a political one, without romance or love, he wasn’t even familiar with her.
Now with the divorce, it was an amicable end, he didn’t mistreat her, so why the label of a bastard?
“Hey, wake up, how am I a bastard?” Wyatt Perry patted Claudia Ross’s face, “Get up and make it clear, didn’t you have a lot to say to me, say it!”
Claudia Ross was fast asleep, she wouldn’t wake up even if the sky fell down.
Seeing Claudia Ross looking as unmoved as a dead pig not fearing boiling water, Wyatt Perry could only shake his head.
He couldn’t just let her sleep in the bathtub, her clothes still wet.
Wyatt Perry, the good Samaritan to the end, helped Claudia Ross take off her outer clothes, wrapped her in a bath towel, and threw her onto the bed.
Though Claudia Ross appeared frail, she had everything where it should be, her own condition was not bad at all.
Even Wyatt Perry, not fond of female charm, couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his heart upon seeing her.
Silly girl, he really underestimated her.
Her ability to attract men was top-notch, and the inadvertent sexiness she exuded was too much even for a man like him who didn’t care for the opposite sex.
He nearly lost control and took her right there and then.
The drunken Claudia Ross clung to Wyatt Perry like an octopus.
Her pale arms wrapped tightly around his neck, and her snake-like waist wouldn’t stop writhing.
“It’s so hot…
so hot…”
Wyatt Perry felt the heat too, their bodies were like furnaces, burning hot.
Shaking his head, Wyatt Perry abruptly pushed Claudia Ross away, throwing her onto the bed.
Wyatt Perry went back to the bathroom and turned on the cold water, drenching himself with it.
Only the cold water could suppress the trembling in his heart.
…
The sunlight penetrated the window screens, spilling onto Claudia Ross’s face, warming her and waking her up.
Her long lashes fluttered a few times, she opened her eyes and saw the familiar ceiling, the familiar chandelier, and her head hurt too much to think.
Fragments of memory, like remnants of a dream, flooded into her brain, and Wyatt Perry’s face became especially clear.
She sat up abruptly, looking around.
“Wyatt Perry…”
There was no response.
She rubbed her aching head and let out a self-deprecating laugh.
How could it be Wyatt Perry?
Even if she were dying, he wouldn’t care about her.
Nor would he hold her.
After washing up and going downstairs, Claudia Ross was stunned to see the person sitting at the dining table.
She hurriedly rubbed her eyes and took a closer look.
It was really Wyatt Perry!
Since their marriage, he had never eaten breakfast at home.
Wyatt Perry sipped his milk and then turned to look at Claudia Ross.
His deep, inky eyes were as cold as jade, devoid of warmth.