Chapter 47 You Take Me To Bed
Chapter 47 You Take Me To Bed
"Ryan!" Sophia suddenly shouted. She rushed to the sofa, pulled both of them up. "Are you crazy? Get
up! You two! You make me sick"
"Mm..." Ryan murmured as he opened his eyes. "Sophia? What's wrong?"
"What's wrong?" Sophia was seething. "You and Leona... Did you sleep with her?"
"What?" In a daze, Ryan widened his eyes upon hearing what Sophia said. He then turned only to find
Leona lying beside him. Almost at once, his face turned pale. "I..." He raised his head and looked at the
door. When he saw Fiona, he jumped to his feet. He explained in a hurry, "Fiona I...I don't know what
happened! I didn't do anything!"
At this moment, Leona pulled up her clothes and sat up. When she saw all the people staring at her,
her face suddenly turned red. She seemed to be on the verge of tears as she pursed her lips, not
daring to say a word.
It seemed that Fiona's feet had been rooted to the floor. As she looked at Leona and Ryan, she
grimaced.
Glaring at Leona, Ryan roared, "What the hell is going on?"
Leona trembled with fear.
Fiona took a step back, turned around, and ran off.
"Hey, Fiona!" Sam shouted and turned to Ryan. "Ryan, I'm going back to the dormitory!"
"I'm leaving too!" Ella said, hands folded across her chest. "I need to wash my eyes after what I just
saw."
"Ryan!" Sophia clenched her hands. "This is so disappointing. And you! Leona, shame on you!"
In an instant, the crowd retreated, leaving Ryan and Leona alone in their shame.
"Ryan..." Leona called out, trembling.
"Tell me we didn't do anything!" Ryan lowered his head. 'What the hell happened? Why don't I know
what happened?'
"Ryan..." Leona sobbed "I can pretend nothing happened. You don't have to be responsible for me."
Upon hearing this, Ryan felt as if the world was closing in on him. He clenched his fists and trembled
with anger. He saw the blood stains on the sofa and tightly closed his eyes. All he could think of was
Fiona running off.
Now more than ever, he felt so distant from Fiona. He felt as if they could never be together again.
"Ryan..."
"Fuck off!"
As soon as Fiona ran out, Terence caught up with her.
"Let me take you home," Terence offered calmly. Gary had told him everything. It seemed that Fiona
was upset because of Ryan.
Fiona nodded her head sullenly. She felt terrible as if someone had stabbed her in the heart. She
always knew that she would never be with Ryan but she never extinguished the glimmer of hope in her
heart. But now, it was really over. As expected, all the good things in her life came to an end when she
met Spencer.
"Where are you going?" Terence was driving the car.
"Four Seasons Scenery."
"Okay." The car sped off.
After arriving, Fiona got out of the car and went upstairs, absent-minded. Holding the steering wheel,
Terence took out his phone and made a phone call to Spencer.
"Hello? I'm surprised you still remembered to call me!" Spencer spat. "Where's Fiona? I've been trying
to call her but she won't answer any of my calls. Where is she? Tell her to answer my call!"
"She's already home." Terence looked up through the window and saw that the light of the tenth floor
was already on.
"Home? Humph! That is very sensible of her," Spencer said in a much less anxious voice this time.
"Something happened tonight."
"What? What happened?" Spencer tightened his grip on his phone.
"A girl named Leona who is working part time in the bar turns out to be Fiona's roommate. She slept
with Ryan this evening."
"What? They slept together? In the bar?" Spencer asked in disbelief.
"Yes. Fiona is upset. If you come, don't get mad at her. She's still young," Terence said.
Spencer just said coldly, "She's upset? About what? Johnson, drive fast!"
"Yes, sir!" a voice came.
With a sigh, Terence said, "I have to go. Bye!"
"Where are you now?"
"I sent Fiona home."
"Hmm, I guess you have too much time in your hands that you can even send Fiona home," Spencer
mocked.
Terence smiled. "Are you seriously jealous of me right now? I'm helping you!"
"Who told you I was jealous?" Spencer roared. "Okay, okay, you're not jealous.
I was just kidding." Terence said with a faint smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. "I'm hanging up
now."
"Hmm." The night was chilly.
As Fiona stood in front of the French window, she took a sip of the wine she was holding while feeling
the breeze against her body. She had bought the bottle of wine for cooking, but now, it was serving
another purpose for her—something to help her take her mind off things.
Her head ached as she recalled the image of Ryan and Leona together. 'Men are all the same. They
spew out sweet words and promises but the truth always comes out—they're always all just lies.'
After taking a sip, she frowned. The wine was too bitter. She ran to the kitchen and diluted her drink
with some water. Closing her eyes tightly, she downed two glasses. Yet she wasn't drunk.
Perhaps she shouldn't be drinking her sorrows away.
Looking at the glass in her hand, she came up with an idea. She went to the window and started
pouring the wine down little by little.
With a click, the apartment door behind her suddenly flew open. Fiona was surprised but before she
could even turn around, she heard Spencer's voice. "Fiona!" he called.
When he saw that half of Fiona's body was leaning over the window, he was frightened. He rushed
over to her and grabbed her waist, pulling her away from the window.
"Ah! Spencer!" Kicking her legs midair, she struggled. "Put me down!" she demanded.
Spencer closed the window with his other hand and put Fiona down, he said ferociously, "Are you
trying to kill yourself?"
"What? I'm not! I was just pouring the wine. You freaked me out," Fiona answered, shaking her head
Spencer looked worn out. Glancing at the wine glass in her hand, he said angry, "What did you say?
Pouring the wine?"
"Yes! The wine is so bitter so I decided to throw it all out..." Fiona pouted. It was rare to see her wearing
such a cute expression on her face.
Spencer looked away and asked, "How much wine did you drink?"
"Only a little." Fiona's head was heavy as she turned around and headed to her bedroom.
"I haven't had dinner yet," Spencer blurted out.
Without looking back, Fiona said, "I still have some leftover food in the kitchen. I'm too tired to move
now. You can go eat by yourself."
"Are you doing all of this because of Ryan?" Spencer's eyes darkened as he drew closer to Fiona. "Are
you still expect for him to wait for you?"
Fiona quivered when she heard this. She figured Terence probably told Spencer what had happened.
Smiling sadly, she responded, "I was just sad for a bit, okay? From now, I won't expect anything from
anyone anymore."
"Good," Spencer said coldly. "You have to understand that I'm still your husband and I'm hungry."
"What do you want to eat?" Fiona asked sourly.
"I'll eat you." He slowly walked towards Fiona.
Fiona turned around and raised her arms in the air. "Eat me!" she challenged.
"You're drunk." After staring at her for a while, Spencer pulled her arm. "Go to sleep!"
Fiona hadn't taken off the smile on her face. She threw herself into his arms as she grasped his
clothes, standing on her toes so that she could face him.
All of a sudden, the muscles in his body tensed. He stiffened as Fiona drew nearer towards him,
smelling of alcohol. He didn't know if it was the nervousness in his heart or if he just couldn't resist her,
but either way, he didn't push her away.
Despite her mood lightening up, her eyes were still icy cold. Whispering in his ear, she said, "I know
that you want to sleep with me, right? Huh! All men are like this. You all disappoint me!"
"Are you still thinking of Ryan?" Spencer's eyes turned cold all of a sudden.
"I thought he was so nice and warm. I thought he was different..." With her hands clenched, Fiona
continued in a trembling voice, "Tonight, my last glimmer of hope... has vanished into thin air."
"Is he that nice?" Spencer suddenly held Fiona's waist and tightened his grip. "I'm glad you finally know
his true character!"
Fiona lowered her eyes. She raised her index finger and pointed it to his face. "And your true
character..."
"What?"
"You are a shameless man!" Fiona replied in a low voice. Dropping her hands, she leaned her head
against his shoulder. "I'm getting dizzier by the minute. I want to sleep! Hug me..." Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.
"What?" Spencer asked in disbelief
"I want a hug..." Fiona tugged at his clothes, bowing her head. "Hold me in your arms. Let's go to bed.
Hurry up..."
Tension filled him as Spencer asked in a hoarse voice, "Who do you think I am?"
"Comic Bear."
"Comic Bear?"
"Hmm. Just hug me..."
Spencer's face darkened. He bent down, carried her in his arms, and walked to the bedroom. "I'm
Spencer, not Comic Bear."
"Spencer is a bad guy!"
Spencer then snorted, "You finally told me what you really think."
Without answering anymore, Fiona leaned in his arms and fell asleep, her face still red from being
drunk.
He took her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed, wondering how much wine she had drunk that
night. Probably a lot if she had gotten this drunk. 'She deserves to be drunk.
Still, she is adorable when she is drunk. Maybe I'll get her drunk again next time. And then...'
Sitting on the side of the bed and looking at Fiona, Spencer was confused. 'Why would I want to get
her drunk? So she could act like a spoiled child in front of me? I must be crazy!'
"You went a bar and still misses Ryan. I will settle accounts with you later," Spencer said to himself.
With that, he quietly left the bedroom.