If he hadn’t been right next to me, I would have burst out laughing. Once he was holding the pen, I guided his hand to the husband’s sinture divorce agreement. My heart was racing even faster now.
Just a little more, and Henry’s signature would be on those divorce papers. Once I had his signature, I’d be free. However…
Henry’s hand didn’t write a single letter. He turned to me with confusion, his brows furrowed so tightly they could have crushed a fly: “What game is that I’ve never played it before. Sophia, don’t try to trick me!
With that, Henry dropped the pen.
That son of a bitch! Why did he drop the pen? In that moment, I wanted to kill him. Suppressing my anger, I gritted my teeth and said, “How am I tricking you? I would never do that. I care about you so much–1 wouldn’t dream of tricking you. Listen to me, finish this game, and III take you home, okay?
Meanwhile, my fists were clenching.
I was so close to success, and suddenly he accused me of trickery. Was Henry really drunk, or just pretending?
Looking closely at his eyes, I noticed his pupils moving sluggishly–he was definitely intoxicated. Henry seemed somewhat soothed by my words. He nodded obediently and mumbled, ‘Fine! Let’s go home now. Back to our home.”
Before I could respond, he wrapped an arm around my waist and stood up, muttering, “Home.”
In reality, Henry was still partially coherent and had clearly seen that Sophia was trying to trick him into signing the divorce papers. So he pretended to be completely wasted and dropped the pen. Divorce?! That was impossible! Why should he make things easy for Sophia and Thomas? He never had any intention of ending this marriage!
I knew he was drunk–there was no point arguing with a drunk person. I didn’t bother fighting his embrace, focused solely on getting this bastard home so he could sign the divorce papers.
With Henry leaning on me, picking up the pen from the floor was difficult. Somehow, I felt the weight on my shoulder increasing. It was as if… Henry was deliberately placing his entire body weight on me. Was he not as drunk as he seemed?
I retrieved the fallen pen and tucked it back in my purse. Then I half–carried, half–dragged Henry out of the bar.
It was midnight. The streets were deserted except for the occasional car speeding by.
I supported Henry as we staggered forward, moving with his unsteady pace and facing the cold wind without hesitation. For me, Henry’s extreme intoxication represented the perfect opportunity to get his signature on those divorce papers. If I missed this chance, I might never see him this drunk again.
The plaza was well–lit, with empty benches and not a single pedestrian in sight. Only a small outdoor fountain was still active, with crystal–clear water surging up from below, blooming into water flowers at the top.
I was tired from supporting Henry, so we stopped to rest by the fountain. That’s when I noticed two Harding family bodyguards not far away–close enough to see Henry and me.
At the same moment, Henry’s eyes opened, clear and alert, with no trace of the previous confusion. He thought I hadn’t seen him signaling to the two bodyguards.
This man was pretending to be drunk!
In an instant, I understood why the pen had fallen when I tried to guide his hand to sign. That bastard was deceiving me!
I helped Henry sit down on an empty spot near the fountain, quietly muttering, “I’m tired, let’s rest a bit before continuing.”
Once he was seated, I turned my back, forcefully.covering my mouth to suppress a laugh, biting my lower lip hard.
Then, suddenly, I gave Henry a push.
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Standing by the fountain, I watched as Henry, caught off guard, fell backward into the fountain pool.
Splash…
The sound of someone falling into water echoed, splashing water everywhere.
Then came Henry’s low cursing: “Sophia, you’ve really gone
me too far!*
‘Mr. Harding likes pretending to be drunk? I’m just helping you sober up!‘ I retorted.
“It’s getting late, I should go home and rest. Good night, Mr. Harding!”
“Oh, by the way, I’ll let Miss Scott know to come rescue you–after all, you two are the true love story here.”
With that, I took off running, completely ignoring the man’s shouts behind me.
Only when I had run far enough that I could no longer hear Henry’s voice did I stop, leaning against.
a tree by the roadside to catch my breath.
That scumbag! Even at a time like this, he was still trying to trick me! This was karma for his deception!
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