"What? She's also here?" Duke then immediately stood up when he heard the news and darted out the door. He truly cherished Belinda, even though he had not been aware of it himself.
Belinda threw her phone on the table and kept filling her glass up. Her bright eyes were now muddled because of the alcohol, and the more she drank, the more upset she grew. Belinda had never been attracted to any man before, let alone care about one, but at that point, she was also surprised at how much she wanted Duke just for herself.
She smiled bitterly as she was about to down another glass, but then someone swooped in and took the drink away from her. Her slightly reddened eyes looked up at the big hand holding her glass, and when she saw Duke's stern, yet handsome face, she started to laugh immediately.
"Haha! Duke, one really can hallucinate when she's drunk." Belinda gently shook her head and then waved her hands in front of her eyes, trying to get rid of the figure she thought was only in her head. She did not believe that what she saw in front of her was real.
"Why did you drink so much?" Duke furrowed his eyebrows and caught her waving hands, and then sat down and pulled her into his arms.
"You... Who are you? Go away! Don't touch me, I'm married!" Belinda strenuously struggled in his embrace, but what she said gave Duke a smile. He didn't expect that she, even intoxicated, would ever admit to the fact which she never wanted to admit, that they were already married. It seemed to him that she was not entirely against their marriage after all!
"It's me, Duke Leng, calm down!" Duke held the restless woman, and another bitter smile appeared on his austere face. He gave her a kiss on the top of her head, and gently patted her shivering back with his large hand.
As soon as Belinda heard his arresting voice, she became quiet and stopped struggling. She leaned deeper into his warm embrace, as if she suddenly found a piece of drift wood while floating in the sea. She clutched at him closely.
"Duke Leng, are you real, or are you a dream?" She asked. Belinda reached out in uncertainty and pinched Duke's handsome face. She was always clear about her loves and hates, and when she realized her true emotions towards Duke, she no longer backed away from them. She couldn't be driven by mere mood swings.
"You're touching me, aren't you? What do you think, am I real or not?" Duke showed a rare tenderness, allowing her to caress his face.
Yeah! It's strange... It's warm... Yeah, it shouldn't be fake." Belinda indulged in her drunkenness and coddled herself in Duke's arms, a thing she would never do if she was sober.
"Let's go! Let's go home." Duke took her dainty hand and held her up. He picked up her phone and bag that she had thrown aside, and then the two hobbled out of the room. Belinda was entirely leaning on him.
"Take her to Luke's car! It's not convenient for you to drive since she's so drunk." Edward was already waiting outside. He suggested this to Duke as soon as they came out.
"Are you okay by yourself?" Duke was a little hesitant. Luke had always been guarding Edward by his side, and Duke worried that something might happen if Luke left Edward.
It's fine, I'm going straight back to the company anyway. It's only a ten-minute drive. You should be the one to worry when you'll have to explain yourself to her. What happened that made her drink this much?" Edward raised his eyebrows, and curiously looked at Duke, and was surprised that something like this could happen to him! He always considered him to be cold and uncaring.
"Go to hell! You should think about how to deal with all that shit with Jessica Lin! At least I didn't get anyone pregnant." Duke was also an expert in putting people down with words, and always went for their most vulnerable spots.
"So this is how Rain feels when I hit him where it hurts. It's a really depressing feeling, and no wonder he's so morose every time I go at him."
Edward seldom let others find his weaknesses, but this was an exception. He finally understood Rain's silence whenever he brought up Annie.
"Has Rain left already?" Duke looked around and couldn't find him anywhere.
"He had to discuss some things with the chief officer of an army group, so he left early." Edward smiled at the fine progress with Duke and Belinda.
Duke stopped and stared at the sly-looking Edward in confusion. "What? How did he get involved with the army?"
"We'll talk about this later. Take your wife home first! I heard that drunk women are very passionate." Edward smiled cunningly after he finished his sentence, and then walked away waving his hand. Duke was furious because of Edward's words, and wondered what he meant by them. 'Drunk women are very passionate?' Duke thought that Edward probably knew that by experience. Wasn't Daisy pretty drunk last time? Thinking even further, Mr. Cold started to entertain some possibilities, and then took Belinda to his own private villa.
Concerned, Luke asked when he saw Edward's red face, "Mr. Mu, did you drink too much?"
No, I'm just feeling a little warm. Drive Duke and Belinda home, I'm going back to the company." Edward massaged the spot between his eyebrows. He probably did drink too much, because he began to feel slightly dizzy, but he certainly wasn't drunk.
"But Mr. Mu, what about you?" Luke looked at him apprehensively, because he honestly worried about Edward's current state, and whether he could actually drive himself back to the company.
"Relax! Everything's fine. I'm off now." Edward waved at him and then got inside his car. Before he could start the engine, a call came in.
"Hello! Aaron, what is it?" Edward put the phone to his ear and started the car.
"Mr. Edwards, bad news. Coco is holding a live press conference." Aaron nervously watched the live stream on the computer as he hastily reported.
"What? Who gave her the right to do that? And why didn't our media sources get the news first? She's an artist on our roster! How can she hold a press conference without going through the company's approval?" Edward then forcefully grabbed the steering wheel and shouted in the phone. His eyes were filled with anger, and on his face there wasn't a trace left of his usual politeness and class; instead, there was a devilish and evil fire burning from deep inside him.
'Coco, Coco, you're really taking yourself seriously. Do you really think you're irreplaceable in my entertainment company? Alright, if you like to bring up your scandals so much to the public, then I'll satisfy your desire for shame and fame. My company can do just as well without you.