Chapter 260 Are You Drunk (Part One)
Chapter 260 Are You Drunk (Part One)
Edward threw himself onto the bed and sighed heavily; he felt like a flat tire at this moment. He didn't
even go take a shower like he used to do as soon as he got home. He simply lay on his bed, staring
blankly at the ceiling, with a mixed feeling of confusion and sadness tangling in his eyes.
Someone knocked on the door. Cynthia pushed the door open and walked directly towards Edward's
bed. She lay down beside Edward, but instead of looking at the ceiling like Edward did, she turned
around and fixed her eyes on Edward's handsome yet dreamy face.
She noticed when Edward walked off. Though she adored little Justin, Edward was her only son. But
most of the time, she focused on Jonathan instead of Edward when he was little. It was the promise
that she gave to Jonathan, that even if they had children, he would remain the most important man in
her life. Cynthia knew she wasn't the best mother in the world; she wasn't there for her son when he
was little. No matter how many babysitters or servants she had arranged to look after him, still nothing
could be compared to the love from his parents. And Edward still longed for that. Edward grew
increasingly distant and indifferent as time went by.
Edward didn't have any siblings, so Cynthia brought Luke home to be Edward's playmate so he
wouldn't be alone. However, being a orphan, Luke was cold and indifferent as well. Instead of playing
with Edward as Cynthia had expected, he preferred to be alone. Cynthia was surprised, but she didn't
send Luke away. She knew Luke would be a loyal friend to Edward and protect him no matter what
happened.
"Eddie, are you mad at me?" Cynthia reached out her fair index finger and gently rubbed Edward's
frowning brow. Gazing lovingly at her son, she felt sorry for her absence all these years.
"No, mom. I'm not mad at anyone." Edward whispered as he closed his eyes; he didn't push his mother
away. He meant what he said. His life went on pretty well without them. He learned it when he was only
a little boy that his father only cared about his mother; as for his mother, although she loved him, she
loved his father even more. Day by day and year by year, Edward eventually realized that he was an
invisible member of the family.
"I'm sorry for being so selfish. We should have been there for you. You know what? Your father loves
you very much; he just doesn't know how to tell you how much he loves you. He did what he did for
your good. You know we sent you abroad because he had a double life, and it was too dangerous for
you to stay with us. You are our only child; we couldn't risk your life. We had no choice but to send you
away." Cynthia's biggest regret was not being able to be there for Edward when he was little.
"It's fine. I'm used to it anyway." Edward's father Jonathan was the head of the most mysterious
organization on the planet called 'The Mayfly'. No one could find it unless they wanted him to. It had the
most advanced weapons and extensive connections. Governments, officials and moguls around the
world were trying their utmost to win the organization as their ally. But Edward knew nothing of these
details because Jonathan never gave his son the chance to know him. All Edward knew was that when
his father wore that golden mask, he became another man.
"Eddie, do you hate us?" Cynthia tenderly caressed Edward's head and asked again. She had never
felt sorry for anything or anyone in her whole life except for her son.
"I did when I was little. But not anymore. Sorry, I need to grab a shower." Edward sat up abruptly and
muttered. For some reason, he didn't dare to look into his mother's eyes. He got out of bed and went
directly into the bathroom. To be honest, he was a little overwhelmed because his mother had never
talked to him like this, so lovingly and gently. 'Why now? I didn't have it before, and I don't want it now.'
Edward thought to himself.
Cynthia looked at her hand and was lost in her thoughts for a while. The gap between them was
growing bigger every day. She suddenly realized that no matter how hard she tried to fix things
between Edward and them, they couldn't start all over again. She closed her eyes and sighed in agony.
Whatever was lost was lost forever, and no matter how hard they tried, it just couldn't be found again,
like time, like Edward's childhood, like his love for them.
Edward turned on the shower sprinkler and gripped the edge of the sink, icy cold water splashing all
over his body. He looked at himself in the mirror and muttered, "Do I hate them?" What if he did? And
what if he didn't? Did it even matter? Wasn't it too late to ask him now after all these years? They
should have thought about that before they asked. Edward took a deep breath and rubbed his face
before looking into the mirror again. He had decided to care for nothing and no one but Daisy and
Justin, his beloved wife and son. He could give up the whole world for them if necessary. He didn't
have a loving family when he was a kid, but he had it now. And he vowed to himself that he would love
and protect his family with his life.
"Annie, how long are you planning to avoid me? Huh?" Rain cornered Annie and put both of his arms
against the wall to prevent her from escaping.
"I'm not avoiding you, Rain. Are you drunk?" Annie frowned as she smelled alcohol on his breath. She
worried about him.
"Yes, I drank some. But no, I'm not drunk." Rain leaned forward and maliciously breathed on her. The
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"Stop it. I'll go make you a mug of honey water. Or you'll have a serious hangover in the morning."
Annie was surprised at how drunk Rain was. Who did he drink with? How did he get so wasted?
"Damn it, Annie! I told you I'm not drunk! Didn't you hear me?" Rain had drunk a lot earlier, but he was
only tipsy at this moment. Edward told him to deal with all the suppliers of the Lin Group. He had dinner
with them and made a few toasts. He was sober, but considering what he planned to do to Annie, he'd
better pretend to stay drunk.
"Okay, okay. You're not drunk. Can you let me pass please?" Annie's heart skipped a beat as Rain was
this close to her. She felt a bit afraid because she had no idea what Rain was going to do to her; she
felt a little frightened, yet a little excited. Though she loved him very much, she wanted him to be sober
when they hugged or kissed or did anything else. That way could she be sure that Rain did it because
he loved her, rather than because he was drunk. She couldn't bear it that he kissed her yet he didn't
even like her.
"No, you'll run away as soon as I let go of you. You've been avoiding me for days. I won't let you go
until you tell me why." Rain's lips curled into a devilish smile. His amethyst ear studs reflected on the
dim wall lamplight. He was so breathtaking that Annie could only stared blankly at him; her mouth
dropped open but couldn't make any sound.
"Rain, I'm not avoiding you. I just need to get to the kitchen. Now sit here and wait for me, okay?" Annie
tried to coax him. People always said that never to argue with a drunkard; just play along and repeat
their words. So Annie kept telling Rain that she was not avoiding him at all.
"Great. Annie. You won't answer my question, will you?" Rain seemed like a laid-back and careless
man, but he did have an imposing aura when he became serious.