Silly Bride

Chapter 415

Chapter 415 No Blood Test

Josiah immediately handed over the durian and said, “Here you go. I'm rooting for you.”

Harold approached, took the durian from him, and smirked. “You're such a good friend. I need to get rid of you someday.”

Laughing, Josiah adjusted his glasses and continued, “That's impossible. Now that you're sober, hurry up and apologize to her. You were really out of line last night.”

Without saying a word, Harold glanced at the man before walking toward the bedroom with the durian in hand.

Josiah stared at Harold's leaving figure for a while and felt something off about the way his best friend looked at him just now.

The look in his eyes seemed somewhat ferocious and vicious.

But this isn't the first time we've joked around like this. He had never looked at me like that.

Even though Josiah felt there was something amiss about his friend, he thought he was overthinking things and thus decided to disregard the thought.

Winnie happened to open the door as soon as Harold arrived at the bedroom.

She had heard the conversation outside, and she knew that Xavier was standing outside her door.

However, as she was still angry with the man, she promptly turned around and went back into the room without saying a word.

However, she did not close the door on him.

Understanding her intentions, Harold followed her into the room and closed the door behind him.

A faint fruity fragrance was the only scent lingering on him, and the smell of alcohol from last night was long gone.

She sneered, “Are you finally sober? So, you finally remember to come back, huh?”

Harold remained expressionless as he stared at her, but he tried his best to appear remorseful. “Yes, I'm back. I was wrong last night. Will you forgive me?”

Upon saying that, he put the durian down and walked over, trying to give Winnie a hug.

To his surprise, the woman had no intention of letting him get his way. She slapped his hands away and hissed, “Don't touch me. Weren't you disgusted by me? Aren't you afraid of dirtying your hands?”

“Please don't say that, Winnie. I was wrong. I shouldn't have got drunk and said all those hurtful words when intoxicated. I even hurt your face. You can hit me and scold me,” Harold pleaded.

As he spoke, the man grabbed Winnie's hand and slapped his own face with it. “Hit me, don't hold back. Let it all out.”

Harold used considerable force, which made Winnie's palm turn numb after smacking his face twice.

She quickly pulled her hand back and snapped, “Are you crazy? My hand hurts from hitting you!”

Harold eagerly reached for her hand and said ingratiatingly, “Let me massage it for you.”

Not forgetting that his hand was still injured, Winnie stepped back and dodged. “Do you not want your hands to recover?”

Harold sneered quietly. “Looks like my wife still cares about me. So, have you forgiven me?”

“Didn't you bring a durian with you? Kneel down on it, and I may consider forgiving you,” Winnie challenged.

“Okay. To show my sincerity, I will do as you said. I'd do anything for you,” Harold said confidently.

He didn't expect a woman like Winnie to readily forgive him after he uttered a few mere sweet nothings despite the fact that he had humiliated her the night before.

Is this what it means to be in love? How ridiculous! Yet it's not completely useless because I'll soon be able to use it to hurt this woman. All I have to do is kneel on a durian, that's all. I've kneeled on the tip of a knife before, so why would I be afraid of a stinky fruit?

Once Harold knelt down, he endured the pain with a muffled groan. He discovered that the more he tried enduring the pain, the more the woman seemed to care for him.

Winnie, who couldn't bear to make him suffer any longer, quickly forgave him and asked him to stand. She even invited him to join her for breakfast.

Tsk tsk! How pathetic. Turns out love can make a powerful and independent woman become so humble and meek. I'm sure she will be so devastated when I abandon her in the future.

Harold, who was in a pretty good mood, held Winnie's hand and walked to the restaurant gleefully.

Since Louis and Josiah had not had breakfast, Winnie invited them to join. Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

However, Harold was still bitter about the episode earlier. As a result, durian was the only food Josiah had for breakfast.

Furthermore, Harold also avoided speaking to Josiah throughout the entire meal.

Josiah found the cold treatment from Harold unusual.

After breakfast, Harold planned to head to the company with Louis.

However, Winnie stopped Louis and said, “Is it possible to reschedule this morning's meetings? Xavier needs to go to the hospital.”

Harold used considerable force, which made Winnie's palm turn numb after smacking his face twice.

Louis subconsciously glanced at his boss, not daring to make the decision.

Aware that Xavier was an obedient husband who listened to Winnie's instructions, Harold nodded at his assistant and said, “Just do as she says.”

“Good. You and Josiah can head to the hospital.” Winnie, who was satisfied with the man's behavior, continued, “Don't drink any more tonight, or I won't forgive you.”

“I know. I don't want to kneel on a durian again.” Harold then pretentiously planted a kiss on Winnie's forehead before continuing, “Do take care of yourself at home. I'll miss you.”

“I will. You can go now,” the woman responded. She then walked them to the door and said her goodbyes.

After the car drove away, Mary said, “Mr. Xavier was really drunk last night. It's good that he's fine now, and you two are still as lovey-dovey as ever.”

Winnie briefly acknowledged her comment as she agreed that his behavior last night had been strange. Fortunately, he seemed much better after he was sober. She silently prayed he wasn't mentally confused like the last time.

At a little past eleven in the afternoon, Winnie called Josiah.

“Hey, Dr. Houghton, Louis just told me that Xavier's checkup is over. How is he? Is there any problem?” the woman asked.

Josiah responded, “Hmm... wait a minute, let me see. I don't see any problem with the examination results for now, but...”

“But what?” Winnie probed.

“But he didn't take a blood test. He left before they could draw his blood,” he replied.

“What?” Winnie frowned. “Why? What's the point of taking the other tests if he didn't get the blood test done? Hasn't he already done the other checks at the hospital yesterday?”

“Yup. I'm confused as well. I wasn't with him during the blood test yesterday as I had something to handle, but when I returned afterward, he had already left. I tried to call him, but it was Louis who picked up. Apparently, he had some urgent matters to attend to at the office and was resting in the car, so I didn't disturb him after that,” explained Josiah.

“That's strange. The main purpose of his going to the hospital was to take a blood test. How could he not have time for that?” Winnie wondered.