Chapter 134
A loud tter of sounds could be heard.
The bottles and sses on the ss table in front of them shattered instantly. ss shards flew
everywhere, evennding on the gentry’s faces.
Drops of blood slid down his cheek from the wound.
The private room was deafeningly quiet and piercingly cold. The young gentry’s face turned pale as
he witnessed this scene.
He couldn’t say anything else because he already knew he’d said the wrong thing and enraged
Wyatt Reed!
Wyatt’s eyes were swollen with blood. His body exuded a terrifying cold as he stood up and red
ruthlessly at the gentry from a condescending position.
“Who are you to bring up her name?!” Wyatt’s voice was oppressive and cold.
He took a step forward and kicked the gentry in the body without saying anything.
The gentry huddled up in pain and remained motionless, but cold sweat trickled down his brow.
The people around did not dare to defend the gentry.
They were only able to socialize in this circle because they were all wise enough to suck up Wyatt.
“Wyatt…” Duke rushed over to Wyatt and stopped him. “Slow down!” He then turned to face the
others. “Guys, Wyatt’s had a little too much to drink. Leave this to me; you can go first.”
Naturally, everyone agreed and said their goodbyes. They even transported the half-dead gentry
with them.
The private room was aplete shamble. Only Wyatt and Duke remained.
Wyatt tried to resist the urge to murder someone. The veins on his brow were bulging, and his
entire body was tense and stiff.
Duke approached him, patted him on the shoulder, and pushed him into his seat. He quickly
summoned help to clean up the mess and ordered a variety of expensive alcoholic beverages.
“I’m sure you’vee here to drink. Please help yourself.” Duke poured a full ss for Wyatt and
drank some himself.
Wyatt sat there, chugging the ss of booze. Although the liquid burned his throat, it gradually
rxed his body. His shoulders trembled slightly as he buried his head in his knees.
“She almost died because of me, and I had no idea.”
It turned out that he knew nothing about a lot of things. He even treated her horribly during their
three years of marriage, which must have been a source of great despair for Ivy. He even kept
pleading with her to forgive him.
‘Ivy probably despises me to no end, right?’
His heart felt as if an unseen force was viciously clenching it.
It was excruciatingly painful.
Wyatt admitted that when he found out she almost drowned in the pool as a result of him, his heart
broke. He despised himself a lot.
‘Why didn’t I think twice about who it was when I was told to go to the pool?’
‘Howe I was sote?’
‘Howe I didn’t remember Ivy’s face?’
‘Howe I had the chance to marry her but didn’t cherish her?’
However, there was no way for them to restart from scratch.
Ivy would no longer turn a blind eye to anything for him.
Duke was baffled by Wyatt’s words because he was unaware of the details. Although he didn’t
understand why he knew Wyatt was upset about Ivy. He would never again offend that woman.
Wyatt’s disheveled and regretful appearance told him that he was head over heels in love with that
woman.
Wyatt drank one ss after another. His eyes gradually became red and dazed. Wyatt quickly
consumed the majority of the alcohol on the table. He chanted only one word.
“Ivy... Ivy...”
Duke exhaled a sigh. “Do you really like Ivy that much?”
‘What’s the deal with her?’
Wyatt was about to pass out when he heard Ivy’s name and answered subconsciously.
“I like her. I love her. I want to love her with everything I’ve got. But she doesn’t seem to mind!”
Wyatt’s voice was hoarse and shaky. He wished to love her in the same way that Ivy had loved him.
Duke rose to his feet. “You’ve had a little too much to drink. I’m going to send you home?”
“I’d like to see Ivy...” Wyatt mumbled.
“Okay.”
Duke Elrod was in his car at the Morgan Mansion front gates when he called Ivy.
Ivy picked up the phone impatiently as if she was already sleeping.
“Who is this?”
“It’s me, Duke Elrod,” Duke replied, pursing his lips. “Uh… Wyatt had one too many drinks and is
now standing outside your house. Could you pleasee out for a moment so he can say
whatever he wants?”
There was a brief moment of silence on the other end of the phone.
Ivy appeared to have awoken. Her voice was deep and calm. “You are wee to take him and get
the hell out of my house!”
For a brief moment, Duke was rendered speechless. He battled.
“But we’ve already arrived. I’ll just leave him at the door if you don''te out. You’re to me if he
freezes to death!” He then hung up the phone and patted himself on the back.
Talking to Ivy now required a lot of guts!
Wyatt was dragged out of the car and sat at the gates by Duke. It was a particr location right in
the middle. He was conflicted.
“Wyatt, please understand that I’m doing this for you. You can’t get even with meter!”
Wyatt, after all, requested toe here on his own.
After settling Wyatt, Duke quickly drove away in his car.
Ivy paused for a moment to process Duke’s words. She dashed to the balcony to check and noticed
a car driving away.
She cursed a lot. ‘Are these people mentally ill?’
Ivy wore her slippers and went downstairs quietly because her father and brothers were sleeping.
When she got outside, she noticed Wyatt, who was disheveled and depressed.
Ivy stood quietly in front of him, staring at him indifferently. Her tone was firm and cold. “Are you
addicted to acting now, Wyatt Reed?”
Wyatt rubbed his bloodshot eyes together. He stank of alcohol.
Ivy was taken aback to see him in this state.
“I’m sorry, Ivy,” he said, his eyes red. “I’ll remember you if you give me another chance.”
Ivy’s heart shook slightly as if it had been shocked by an electric current, but it quickly became cold.
Wyatt had slumped over and was unconscious just as she was about to open her mouth.
Ivy was not in a good mood when she got home from dinner—mentioning the heinous past brought
back memories of the vivid scars Wyatt had inflicted on her.
How could she have forgotten about them so quickly?
Ivy had tried to forgive him countless times, but she could only forgive herself for her unrequited
love. She just didn’t want to bring up old grudges and grievances with him or get calctive with
him because it was pointless.
She did, however, admit that when she was alone at night, suddenly recalling scenes from the past
still hurt her terribly.
Regret?
She had long regretted everything! And now he’s regretting everything too.
Ivy would rather be shot by a stray bullet on the streets of Europe than hope for a soldier named
Wyatt Reed toe to her aid.
She would not have fallen in love with him if she had done so. She inhaled deeply. Her eyes
unintentionally turned red.
Their shadows were piercing to her because the dim yellow streetlights ovepped them.
The man on the ground had never felt so bad in his life.
Ivy would probably beughing in her dreams if this happened three years ago if he got drunk
because of her.
What a shame.
Ivy wiped away the tears that had escaped from the corners of her eyes. “Wyatt Reed, let’s consider
it even and pretend we don’t know each other,” she said clearly and coldly.
The man on the ground remained motionless.
Ivy paused for a few seconds before deciding to ignore him. She gritted her teeth, turned around,Còntens bel0ngs to N?(v)elDr/a/ma.Org
and kicked him in the waist after taking two steps out. She then walked into the house and shut the
door without looking back. She leaned against the door and pulled out her phone to call Duke.
That wuss turned off his phone!
She then looked up Eric Todd’s phone number and dialed the number. He responded quickly.
“Hello, it’s me, Ivy Morgan. Wyatt Reed is drunk and knocking on my door. Take him away if you
don’t want him to freeze to death. Otherwise, I’ll call the cops.”
Ivy hung up the phone without saying anything else.
Ivy watched from upstairs as Eric’s car came and went in less than twenty minutes.