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Chapter 325

Chapter 325:
“Belinda, look closely,” Darren said, his tone serious as he held her gaze. “It’s me, Darren.”
Belinda squinted at him, her expression gradually shifting from defiance to confusion. She scratched her head, looking completely lost.
After a long pause, she suddenly exclaimed, “I don’t want you! I want my husband! My husband!”
She began staggering around the room, searching and calling for her husband nonstop. Her movements were frantic as she darted from corner to corner.
She was indeed really drunk now.
When her search yielded no result, Belinda slumped onto the floor with a dramatic thud. Tears poured down her face as she sobbed and asked, “Where is my husband? Why isn’t he here? Did he leave?”
Darren froze for a moment, startled by her sudden outburst. He crouched down beside her, trying to console her. “Belinda, don’t cry! Your husband hasn’t left you. He is just busy with work,” he said, his voice gentle.
“I don’t care! I just want my husband! I want him to be here right now!” Belinda shouted, kicking her legs like a tantrum-throwing child.
Darren ran a hand through his hair, feeling utterly resigned. “Alright, alright!” he said after thinking for a while. “I’ll call your husband right now, okay?”
Belinda’s tears stopped instantly. She looked up at him with wide, hopeful eyes, her cheeks streaked with tears. “Really?” she asked, sniffling.
“Yeah,” Darren assured her, patting her head lightly. “Just wait here. I’ll call him and ask him to come and pick you up now.”
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“Okay, that’s great!” Belinda clapped her hands like an excited child, her tear-stained face breaking into a smile.
Darren blinked, momentarily at a loss for words. For a moment, he couldn’t shake the thought that Belinda was acting a little… silly.
He stood up, pulled out his phone, and quickly dialed Lucas’ number. The line rang for a while before Lucas picked up the call.
“Hello,” Lucas’ voice came through, slightly muffled by the noisy background on his end.
“Lucas,” Darren began, keeping his voice calm, “Belinda is drunk. She is in room 3603 at the Dream Club now. You should come here and take her home.”
He opted not to mention that Belinda had been crying out for him nonstop.
There was a brief pause on Lucas’ end. After a few seconds, Lucas replied, “Okay.” With that, he ended the call.
Darren slipped his phone back into his pocket and turned to Belinda. “Your husband’s on his way.”
Belinda’s entire face lit up with joy.
“Don’t sit on the floor,” Darren said, reaching out to help Belinda up. “Get up.”
But Belinda batted his hand away with surprising force. “Don’t touch me!” she snapped, her glare fiery. “If you touch me, my husband will get mad!”
Darren stared at her, momentarily stunned. He then let out a resigned sigh. “Alright, fine. I won’t touch you. But can you get up on your own?”
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