Broken Memories, Intertwined Hearts

Chapter 131

No wonder she had a bad taste in her dreams, turns out this dude is making all sorts of trouble.

And he's got the balls to drink again, didn't he learn his lesson last time?

She was so pissed off that she couldn't even hold it in, "Mr. Meyer, not only are you fighting, but you're also smoking and drinking, what's next? Are you going to start chasing skirts?"

"No way, if I wanted to do that, I would have done it years ago. Why would I wait till now?"

"Who knows? Maybe you were bored before, but now you find it interesting. Who knows what the future holds."

"Absolutely not. I'm only interested in my wife."

Ethan Meyer hugged Ines Galeana around the neck with a smile, deliberately getting close to her, "Izzy, I only had a bit of booze, didn't smoke. It might just be the smell from the private room, smell again if you don't believe me."

Ines waved her hand, gently nudging him away, mindful of his injured face. "Step back, you reek. Don't attempt to be charming in my presence; your current appearance is far from attractive," she retorted. Observing that she hadn't exerted much force in her push, Ethan smiled, perceiving that she still held concern for him. In a gleeful mood, Ethan swiftly planted a kiss on her cheek. "I'll go shower first, I won't come to you until I'm freshened up," he declared before making his way to the bathroom.

Ines shook her head helplessly, put on her slippers, and went to the living room. She found the family first aid kit, which had medicine and cotton swabs to treat bruises.

When Ethan came out, Ines was not asleep, but sitting on the bed with a serious face, clearly still mad. It was quite unusual for her to be like this.

However, he soon saw the cotton swabs and medicine in her hand, his eyes lit up, and quickly walked over to her, saying, "Thanks, Izzy."

Ines responded coldly, "Sit down."

Ethan did as he was told. Ines stood up, first wet the cotton swab with medicine, then lifted his chin with one hand, and carefully wiped the bruises on his face with the cotton swab in the other hand.

Ethan kept staring at Ines, her lips tightly pursed together, her long eyelashes casting shadows on her face. She was very serious in her movements and expressions, probably the same when she was working. Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Uncomfortable under Ethan’s gaze, Ines said, "Tell me if it hurts."

Ethan laughed and said in a pleasing tone, "It doesn't hurt, you’re very gentle."

Ines glared at him, thinking that this was not going to be the end of it.

Although Ines was not happy, she was very gentle with her hands. It took her five minutes to treat his injuries, then she handed him a glass of water, "This will help you sober up."

Knowing he had done something she didn't like, Ethan obediently drank a large glass of water, then looked up at her, like a child eager for a reward.

Ignoring his look, Ines thought of something and asked, "Have you had dinner?"

Ethan didn't say a word, and Ines understood from his silence that he hadn't eaten.

Such a rational and restrained man as him, he would not resort to violence unless he lost control in anger. He must have been too upset to remember to eat.

"Wait, I'll make you something."

Ines is not a good cook.

Half an hour later, Ethan looked at the food on the table, hesitating to pick up his fork.

Seeing his silence, Ines got a bit annoyed, "You don't like it?"

A smile crept onto Ethan's face, "Of course not! I would never dare to complain about food made by Mrs. Meyer." He just hoped he wouldn't get an upset stomach after eating.

Ethan indeed started wolfing down the food, whether it was because it tasted good or he was just being nice to her.

Ines watched him carefully but couldn't tell anything. She couldn't help but ask, "How's the taste? If it's not good, just forget it."

Ethan smiled and held up his fork to her, "Why don't you taste it?"

Ines took a bite, apart from a bit too salty, it was actually not bad and wouldn't make people gag.

Ethan ate everything gracefully, then took the plate to the kitchen, washed it and put it away.

When he came out, he saw Ines standing at the door, holding a pillow and a blanket. Seeing him coming, she stuffed the things into his arms, "Reflect on your actions tonight on the couch."

With that, Ines extracted the spare key from the bedroom door lock and slammed the door shut, leaving Ethan outside. It was at that moment that the weight of the situation dawned on him. He had been unceremoniously expelled from their shared room by his own wife—a first in their entire married life.

Ethan quickly knocked on the door a few times, then said, "Izzy, open the door, let's talk things through. I'll tell you everything you want to know."

There was no sound from the bedroom. Ethan continued, "Izzy, we need to communicate as a couple, otherwise it will affect our relationship."

"Izzy, how about I write a self-criticism like you?"

"Izzy, darling, I was wrong. I'll never drink again."

"Izzy, don't be like this, you won't sleep well without me."

Ines could hear Ethan's intermittent voice from outside the door, but she had decided to teach Ethan a lesson, so there was no way she would open the door easily.

Ethan said a lot at the door, but the person inside completely ignored him. He looked helplessly at the couch, in the end, he had to walk over to the couch and prepare his bed. He would rather have Ines hit him a few times than accept this punishment.

As the outside world gradually grew tranquil, Ines, confined to the bedroom, found herself devoid of sleep. Night after night, she had grown accustomed to drifting off in Ethan's embrace and awakening to his presence each morning. Suddenly bereft of his comforting presence, it became a form of torment for her. Yet, despite her longing, Ines remained resolute, refusing to relent and allow Ethan back into the room. She curled up, restlessly tossing and turning throughout the night, before eventually succumbing to sleep. The following day, she awoke to a stiff and achy back, a testament to her night of contorted rest.