His Real Wedded Bride

Chapter 1347 Getting Back With Each Other

Black stared in surprise at Holley. He could hardly believe what he had just heard. Black was desperate

to hear it again to confirm to himself what he heard was true. Holley was in such a deep daze, and he

shook her gently to rouse Holley from her drunken stupor. He asked loudly, "Why did you call my

name?" After all, a drunk person always told the truth. Black thought this was an ideal opportunity to

have some insight into Holley's inner thoughts. That was why he was keen to question her about her

feelings for him while she was drunk. However, much to Black's disappointment, Holley didn't say

anything.

Black could tell that Holley was near unconsciousness. She gazed at him through bleary half-closed

eyes and then her lids were too heavy to keep open any longer. Even though Holley closed her eyes,

she could still feel Black's intense gaze on her.

He calmed himself down, cleared his mind, and then decided that it was best to take Holley back to his

house. Black picked her up in his arms and carried her to his car. Carefully he put her in the back seat,

and he then got into the driver's seat and drove home.

Black finally arrived home about half an hour later.

Black didn't wake her up. Instead, he took off his jacket and covered Holley with it. Then he picked her

up and carried her into the house.

Black opened the door to his bedroom and tried to lay Holley down. However, Holley had other ideas.

When Black tried to remove her arms from around his neck, Holley reached out and held on again. This

happened several times, and each time, Black gently and patiently tried to persuade her to let go.

Finally, Holley had cooperated and allowed him to put her on the bed. Holley's neediness for Black

even in her drunken state had softened his heart, and he let his guard down.

"Ouch! My head hurts a lot!" Holley mumbled, continuing to act as weak as possible, taking advantage

of her drunken state to earn Black's heart again. She coughed hard. Black immediately reacted by

helping her sit up, patting her back to relieve her.

"Black, I feel thirsty. Water," Holley said in a croaky voice. She looked pale and feeble.

Black felt sorrowful to see Holley in such a state, and his heart ached for her. He rushed into the

kitchen and mixed honey into a glass of water. He hoped that it would ease her suffering and dissipate

some of the effects of the alcohol. Black held Holley against his chest and patiently fed her spoonful

after spoonful of the water mixture.

However, before Holley managed to drink all of the honey water, she frowned and suddenly felt Text content © NôvelDrama.Org.

disgusted. Using the last amount of her strength, she pushed Black away and began to vomit.

There was no food at all inside her stomach, and all the puke was a yellowish liquid. After retching, she

felt out of breath and weak.

Black felt anxious when he saw that. He patted Holley on the back to ease her. Then Black carried her

to the bathroom, where he helped her rinse the bitter taste out of her mouth. By the time he brought her

back to the bedroom again, he was in a sweat.

However, he didn't stop to rest. As soon as Black entered the bedroom, the foul stench of the vomit hit

him instantly. Quickly he pulled the covers off the bed and cleaned up the mess, and by the time he

had done all of that and taken a shower, dawn was breaking.

Black stood exhausted at the foot of the bed and watched Holley sleeping. He contemplated going to

the living room and sleeping on the sofa. However, after thinking about it for a moment, he decided to

stay in the room with Holley just in case she needed him for anything. Fatigue had finally kicked in, and

Black sat next to her, resting his head on the bed while holding Holley's hand. He quickly fell asleep.

It was late afternoon when Holley had woken up. She slowly opened her eyes and squinted in the

bright sunlight. She then rolled over, and as she did, Holley held her throbbing head.

Struggling to sit up, Holley noticed that Black was lying in bed beside her.

A delighted smile crept onto her face, and even though she felt awful and her head felt like it was in a

vise, it had all been worth it. 'My trick worked well on him. I knew he wouldn't leave me alone because

he loves me truly, ' she thought. Her plan had been successful.

At that moment, Black began to stir awake. Holley feigned a surprised tone and asked softly, "Black,

are you awake? Why am I in your house? Didn't you…?" She choked back the tears with a frown on

her face when she had remembered something. Holley's expression became distressed, and her lips

quivered.

Black gazed at her with affection and explained gently, "Last night you got drunk at the bar. Don't you

remember? You were too far gone to sober up any time soon. A bastard was going to take advantage

of you and pick on you, but before he got the chance to hurt you, I beat him up. Then I brought you

home."

"But weren't you going to stay with a young girl last night? You even said that you didn't love me and

that I had no right to take care of your business..." Holley burst into tears when she recalled everything

that had happened. Her words were full of envy and blame against Black. Black felt embarrassed and

was overcome with a feeling of remorse.

He scooped Holley into his arms and kissed her forehead. "Holley, I'm sorry I hurt you. I didn't sleep

with that girl. You are the only one that I love and the only one that I want to spend the rest of my life

with. Please forgive me! I won't let you down or break your heart ever again. And I'll never allow

anyone to hurt you."

Black cupped her face into his hands and looked intently in her eyes. There was nothing but sincerity,

love, and affection in his eyes for her.

Holley pretended she was moved by his words and hugged him tightly. With teary eyes, she looked at

him and said, "I love you too. More than anything in the world. You can't abandon me anymore; without

you I can't live." Then she buried her head into his chest.

Suddenly Holley pulled herself away. With a frown, her look turned stern and solemn. She intended to

explain what had happened that day at Tarsan Corporation.

"Black, I was looking for you the whole day when you walked in on Charles and me at Tarsan

Corporation. Whatever you thought of us, you had misunderstood the scene. I swear to you what you

saw was not what you think. Charles and I were discussing a joint project. Due to our difference in

opinions, we got into an argument. That's why I held him by the sleeve. There was no intimate act at

all! You have to believe me!"

Black nodded his head. His face showed that he did believe her.

"I trust you. It's all my fault. I should have asked you first before I drew that conclusion. Please forgive

me. I promise that won't happen again," Black promised and kissed her lips.

Holley continued, "Can you tell me why you were with that woman last night? Who was she? You even

took her home and kissed her in front of me!" Holley exuded a look of mild anger, but her eyes

betrayed a hint of astute expression, and she gently punched him in the chest. Though it didn't hurt, it

had aroused Black enough to let his guard down and tell the truth.

"I didn't do anything with her. When you left, I felt so sorry and completely downhearted. Then I yelled

at her to drive her away. I didn't sleep with her, I promise!"

Black regretted and felt guilty for what he had done. If he knew Holley's love was just as true as she

said it was, he would never have done anything to hurt her. Nor would he have gone to the bar and

brought that woman to his house.

Upon hearing the truth directly from Black and seeing the look of grief and remorse in his eyes, she

finally settled down.

The morning turned out to be wonderful. Black and Holley had got back with each other and regained

the love and trust that they used to have.

In Dream Garden, Leila was becoming more and more anxious. She hadn't made any progress with

her relationship with Charles. Charles was completely ignoring her and showed indifference to her. He

only cared about Sheryl. Once he got home, he spent nearly all of his time with Sheryl leaving no

chance for Leila to approach him.

Sheryl's presence almost drove Leila crazy. She blamed Melissa's stupidity for still not being able to

drive Sheryl away from the house. Leila couldn't think of a way to leave a good impression on Charles.

However, eventually, she came up with an idea. She thought, 'If I can't leave a favorable impression on

Charles, then why don't I try on his children? If his children like to have me around, I may have a

chance to get closer to Charles.'