Chapter 137 As Quiet as a Dead Ex
Cordelia was really feeling terrible.
She had never drunk that much alcohol before and didn't know this was what being drunk felt like.
Plus, when Alaric picked her up, he jostled her a few times, and after all that commotion getting into the car, Cordelia felt like everything in her stomach was churning.
Alaric had already carried her into the car. Seeing her slightly pale face, he frowned deeply. Without letting go of Cordelia, he said in a low voice.
"If you need to throw up, just do it."
As soon as he finished speaking, Cordelia actually did throw up.
She hadn't eaten much at the dinner table, so what came up was mostly alcohol.
And she threw up so quickly that it got all over Alaric's suit.
The car immediately filled with the smell of fermented alcohol from her stomach - it was really unpleasant.
Robert, sitting in the driver's seat, winced slightly and carefully glanced at Alaric in the back seat.
Alaric was a germaphobe - everyone knew that.
But Alaric, holding Cordelia, didn't let go. His thick eyebrows just twitched a few times, and his expression looked uncomfortable.
After throwing up, Cordelia felt much better. She quietly curled up in Alaric's arms, found a comfortable position, and started feeling sleepy.
Seeing Alaric's unpleasant expression, Robert quickly rolled down all the windows to let fresh air dilute the smell of alcohol.
"Mr. Hughes, I'll have the driver send another car right away."
Alaric looked down and glanced at Cordelia in his arms. He pulled out tissues from the storage compartment on the side and wiped the corners of her mouth, his eyes deep.
"No need."
"Go to Crown Hill Estates."
Robert didn't dare delay and immediately started the car, heading to Crown Hill Estates.
When Cordelia woke up, she felt like her head was splitting. She frowned and opened her eyes. Looking at the somewhat familiar decor, her expression was blank for a moment, but she quickly remembered this was Alaric's place.
She propped herself up on the bed with one hand. As the sheet slipped from her shoulder, her expression froze - she realized she was only wearing a thin lace nightgown.
Alaric didn't have servants here, so obviously he had changed her clothes.
She had gotten drunk last night and only remembered throwing up in the car. She couldn't remember anything after that.
Apart from feeling a bit dizzy, Cordelia didn't notice anything unusual about her body, so apparently Alaric hadn't done anything to her last night.
Cordelia threw off the covers and got up. As soon as her feet touched the floor, she felt a dull pain. She gasped and looked down, only to see her ankle had swollen up at some point.
Cordelia frowned and examined it.
Alaric heard the noise and walked in from outside. He was wearing a casual outfit, completely different from his usual suited-up appearance.
He walked into the room and saw Cordelia looking at her ankle with curiosity.
She was looking down, exposing a patch of skin at her chest. Seeing this, Alaric's eyes darkened, and his voice carried a hint of hoarseness.
"I already put medicine on it for you."
Cordelia looked up at Alaric standing in front of her.
He was looking down at her, his eyes tinged with something different.
Cordelia paused and looked down slightly, only then noticing that the nightgown she was wearing had a deep V-neck.
With this look, Cordelia noticed something unusual about her body.
On her collarbone, there was a scattering of red marks.
Her expression froze.
Alaric's deep eyes showed no shame at being caught taking advantage of her. Instead, he stared intently at the marks he had left on Cordelia's body.
"This is my payment for taking care of you last night."
Cordelia frowned, took a deep breath, and got up to go to the bathroom to wash up.
Alaric had already prepared toiletries for her, placed on the sink.
When she walked over, her steps were somewhat difficult. Alaric came over, reached out to support her waist, and helped her into the bathroom.
His touch made Cordelia very uncomfortable. She pushed his hand away and said coldly.
"Mr. Hughes, no need to trouble yourself, in case you ask me for payment again."
Alaric's expression remained unchanged as he said, "This time I'm helping you for free, no payment needed."
He paused, "But if you want to pay, I can accept it."
Cordelia laughed coldly. She looked sideways at Alaric, who was standing beside her ready to help at any moment, her eyes carrying a hint of mockery.
"Mr. Hughes, are you like this with all your exes? Looks like your problem of liking your exes really needs to be treated."
Alaric's eyes narrowed slightly.
Cordelia looked up at the mirror.
Her slender neck was covered with scattered kiss marks. Clearly, after she got drunk last night, Alaric had taken full advantage of her.
She brushed her teeth with a dark expression.
Alaric just stood to the side watching her.
Soon, Robert brought over clothes. He walked to the master bedroom door, knocked, and hung the shopping bag on the door handle.
Alaric walked out of the bathroom, brought the clothes in, and placed them on the bed.
Cordelia applied a hot towel to her face. Her mind cleared considerably, and at the same time, fragmented memories from last night surfaced in her mind.
After returning to Crown Hill Estates last night, Alaric had carried her upstairs.
She had drunk a lot and sweated some, feeling uncomfortable all over, and kept saying she wanted to take a bath.
Alaric adjusted the water temperature in the bathtub for her and helped her into the bathroom, then was about to leave.
But she reached out and grabbed Alaric's arm.
"Aren't you going to help me wash?"
That's what she had asked him.
Thinking about last night's scene now, a flash of shame crossed Cordelia's eyes.
Her cheeks were slightly flushed. After washing up, she walked out of the bathroom and returned to the master bedroom.
Alaric was no longer in the bedroom. She saw the clothes on the bed and pressed her lips together.
After changing clothes, Cordelia walked out of the bedroom.
Alaric was already sitting on the living room sofa reading the newspaper. Seeing Cordelia come out, he naturally folded the newspaper and placed it on the table.
"What do you want for breakfast?"
She had just misunderstood him, so now facing him, Cordelia's expression was a bit awkward.
"No need to trouble Mr. Hughes, I'll go back to The Stone Manor to eat."
Alaric raised his hand and glanced at his watch. "At this time, your family has already had breakfast."
Cordelia fell silent.
Alaric glanced at her and got up from the sofa, saying lightly.
"Didn't you say I only like my exes? Well then, I'll trouble you, my doctor ex-wife, to help treat me."
When he spoke, his eyes were serious.
Cordelia's heart wavered. There was a knock at the door, and she calmed down, walking over to open it.
Janet stood at the door, holding breakfast in her hand with a bright smile on her face. The moment the door opened, she lifted the breakfast and waved it.
"Last night you—"
As she spoke, she saw Cordelia and stopped, her expression becoming somewhat subtle.
"Oh, Dr. Stone is here too."
Cordelia's heart was stabbed. The heart that had just been unsettled by Alaric's focused gaze also calmed down. She quickly regained her composure and looked at Alaric coolly.
"The treatment method is for Mr. Hughes to keep his distance from me from now on and not interfere with me. After all, we're already divorced, and you have no right to control me. Just be a quiet ex-husband, as if you were dead."