Unable to contain himself, he grabbed her arms roughly and shouted, “Why must it be him?”
“Because I love him,” failing to notice the anger radiating from him, she answered matter-of-factly with an unfocused gaze.
“Then what about me? After so many years, haven't you ever considered my feelings?”
“What the hell, Dustin? Why are you shouting at me? What did I ever do to you?” Joan complained as she thrashed against him.
“You're right. It's not your fault. I was the one who kept lying to myself,” Dustin hung his head and muttered.
“What's wrong with you? Are you feeling sick? Do you want to go home and rest?” Joan abruptly held his face with a hint of worry in her glassy eyes.
“Can you accompany me?” he pleaded with a maelstrom of emotions swirling in his gaze.
“No, I wanna go home,” Joan insisted and turned around to leave.
Suddenly, she doubled over and threw up near a tree by the road.
Just how much did she drink? Dustin's heart ached at the sight of her heaving her guts out like that.
“Are you okay? How are you feeling?” He instantly stepped forward to stroke her back in an attempt to ease her nausea.
“I'm fine. Don't worry, I can go home on my own,” Joan stubbornly stated.
What nonsense is she saying?lt'd be a miracle if she can even stand straight in her current state!
Without hesitation, Dustin crouched down in front of her and wrestled her onto his back.
“What are you doing? Put me down right now!
What if someone sees us?” she exclaimed.
“Stop talking!” Dustin chided.
“Larry...., I wanna go home. I want my hubby...”
It grated on Dustin's nerves every time she uttered Larry's name.
“Ow! You hit me!” Joan yelped on the bed.
“No, I didn't. I only put you on the bed,” Dustin patiently explained.
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