Chatty played until she was tired before Mrs. Zoe carried her away to take a bath and get ready for bed. Afterward, Clayton tidied his clothes and walked out of the room.
He thought he would see Nicole again, but she was no longer in the living room.
Mrs. Zoe cleaned up the wine glasses on the bar counter, looked at Clayton, and said with a smile, “Sir, Madam drank too much and went to bed.”
For some reason, Clayton breathed a sigh of relief.
He nodded and went in the direction of the master bedroom by accident. He opened the door gently and saw that there was only a wall lamp turned on in the dim room.
Nicole was lying on the bed, already sound asleep.
He glanced at the bedside table. The bottles looked unopened and untouched as they were still in the same place as earlier.
Clayton finally calmed down and had complex and bitter emotions in his heart.
He was dejected.
Later, he closed the door gently and slowly without making a sound.
Which was better for sleep? Pills or alcohol?
No matter what it was, Clayton could not accept it.
It was more difficult for her than he imagined.
Mrs. Zoe sent Clayton to the door when Clayton refused to stay no matter how she persuaded him. Clayton only said he had important things to do.
However, when Mrs. Zoe saw his crippled leg, she could not bear for him to go back and forth.
“It’s not easy to take a taxi here. Why don’t you ask the driver to pick you up?”
Clayton nodded and went straight into the elevator.
Only a few people knew that Clayton had returned.
His driver was also oblivious.
Clayton turned on his phone and contacted Roland, who agreed without hesitation.
In less than fifteen minutes, the car arrived.
Roland drove over by himself.
“You’re fast.”
Clayton looked at the time.
Roland smiled in embarrassment. “I was socializing with a business partner nearby. Would you like to make an appearance?”
Clayton pursed his lips and shook his head.
“No, take me to QH Hospital.”
“Why do you need to go to the hospital?”
Clayton glanced at him and said indifferently, “Get my car.”
“Okay. It’s so late. Why did you leave at this hour? You can get your car tomorrow. You haven’t seen your wife for so long. You must have endless things to talk about. I haven’t told the company of your return. Why don’t you show up in person and surprise everyone?”
Roland said excitedly and did not notice that Clayton’s face had darkened slightly.
Clayton replied with silence, but Roland did not notice it.
After all, Clayton’s return was something to be excited about.
When they arrived at the hospital, Clayton got out of the car. “You can go back. Drive safe!”
“Okay. Mr. Sloan, if you need anything, please feel free to contact me.”
Clayton nodded and walked toward the parking lot.
If it was before, there was no need to drive his car away overnight, but this car was tailor-made for him. No one could drive it except Clayton, so he had to drive it away. Otherwise, he would not be able to use it the next day.
He went back to the French restaurant.
Their business was better at night than during the day.
However, Clayton never expected to make a profit from this restaurant.
When he walked in, the waiter recognized him and greeted him briefly.
When Clayton was walking outside, the cold sweat on his forehead seemed to be blown dry by the cold wind. At this time, his face was slightly pale, and his expression was glum.
“Where’s Kira?”
He looked at the nearest waiter and said in a cold voice, “Kira is upstairs greeting the guests.”
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