Chapter 148 Do You Have an Extramarital Affair?
They were so close, and Darlene subconsciously retreated. âMr. Walpole, you drank too much. You
should rest.â
Gustaveâs gaze fell on her. He was a little dazed, but his voice was still clear.
âEverything can be settled. Aurora, donât secretly take it alone because you are afraid of being a burden
on me. You were the one who stayed with me twelve years ago. Now, itâs my turn to go through it with
you.â
Even if it was about death, he would definitely stay with her.
He continued in a low voice, âI can help you, and I am willing to help you. But you have to stay here and
trust me.â
Darlene nodded. Her heart, which had been cold in the past, seemed to have warmed up a little because
of expectations.
âAlright, I wonât leave. Thank you. I used to think that living was too boring for a long time,â she said
firmly.
âBut now, I suddenly feel that I can actually give it a try. Perhaps life isnât completely hopeless.â
Gustave patted her shoulder and lowered his gaze to look at her with affection.
âAurora, Iâve been missing you all these years. No one has been nice to me, and no one has cooked
such delicious spaghetti as you did.â
He had hired many maids, and he had also eaten a lot of food in the restaurant.
Darleneâs cooking was indeed good, but it was not the best.
But it was different. Those people cooked for money or with purpose.
But the tenâyearâold Aurora cooked with a stool under her feet. She would cook spaghetti in the narrow
kitchen of the orphanage because Gustave, who was disfigured and did not want to go to the canteen to
eat, was hungry.
Outsiders said that Gustave was ruthless, but in fact, he remembered everything better than anyone
else.
As he approached, Darlene felt his breathing. Something between them seemed to
change silently.
It was only when Gustaveâs face was very close that she suddenly came back to her
senses.
Gustave had drunk too much, but she did not. She was very sober.
She quickly reached out and pushed him. In a moment of panic, she directly escaped under his arm and
opened the door of the bedroom.
The servant who had just brought the things up saw the suddenly opened door and Darleneâs flushed
face. She probably guessed something and immediately turned to
leave.
âI suddenly remembered that the soup needs to be warmed up again. I will send it to Mr. Walpole later.â
Darlene walked out and stopped her. âTake it in. Mr. Walpole hasnât slept yet. Iâll go
back to my room.â
When the servant turned around, Darlene had already gone to the bedroom on the other
side of the corridor.
Only then did the servant bring the soup in. She thought that it was not the right time to come. If she had
known earlier, she should have asked Darnell to send it. Darnell earned a lot, so it did not matter if his
salary was deducted a little.
Darlene did not sleep well that night. At night, she was always thinking about the moment Gustave
approached her. Am I really sick? So I keep thinking about him.
She had just tried not to think about those things, but then she thought of what Avery told her that she
could not solve the problem even if she found Braylen.
After thinking about it, she felt that the matter was not so simple. She could only wait for Gustave to bring
the other contract to Braylen and let Braylen sign it tomorrow.
Then, there should not be any problems.
After midnight, she finally felt sleepy, but her heart ached again.
She
got up
and took the medicine. When she sat up, the pain in her heart would lessen a little, and she sat on the
sofa for more than an hour.
After a while, and when she lay down again, the sky was already bright and she could
not fall asleep.
When it was morning, there was a knock on the door outside. Gustaveâs voice came. âAre you awake?â
Darlene immediately got out of bed and replied, âIâm awake.â
He continued, âI heard from the servant that Avery came here in the morning. I am going to the company.
Why donât you come with me? He might come here again.â
Darlene responded, âOKâ. She hurriedly washed up. She went downstairs to have breakfast and then
went to the Walpole Group with Gustave.
**
The drama series, âStar and Youâ, also began to shoot. Gustave said that he would take her to the
company in the morning and take her to the crew in the afternoon to take a look for a walk.
The temperature in the late autumn of Baltimore had been dropping fast in the past few days. Because of
the cold wave, it was drizzling in the morning, and the temperature was close to 32 degrees Fahrenheit.
Darnell had already gone out to buy a lot of things for Darlene, such as a scarf, mask, hat, and gloves. It
was because the doctor said that Darlene should keep warm and avoid catching a cold.
Gustave asked her to put everything on. Other than her eyes, she covered her entire body.
before she went out.
When she arrived outside the company, it was very cold outside. When Darlene got out of the car, there
was a layer of sweat on his forehead.
Gustave was answering the phone. When Darlene followed him into the company, a group of reporters
with microphones and cameras suddenly rushed out and surrounded
Darlene.
A female reporter from the front rushed to speak first. âMrs. Gallard, Mr. Walpole, can we do a short
interview with you?â
Darlene looked at the group of people who had blocked her way. The title of âMrs. Gallardâ sounded a
little unfamiliar to her.
In the years that she had been married to Avery, she had never heard anyone call her
that.
It was also because of this address that she could sense that this group of reporters had obviously come
with ill intentions.
When Gustave heard the commotion behind him, he immediately hung up the phone with a gloomy face.
He turned around, grabbed Darleneâs arm, and pulled her behind him. He looked at the reporters with a
stern gaze.
âWhat are you doing? Who gave you the right to interview and shoot without permission? Hurry up and
put it away.â
Darnell, who was following at the side, immediately stepped forward to stop them.
This had never happened before. The reporters in Baltimore knew that Gustave did not like to be
interviewed, especially when it came to private matters. The reporters blocking him in private would
obviously make him very disgusted.
However, this group of reporters who suddenly appeared in front of him did not show any fear and
retreat. Instead, they bombarded him with questions.
âMr. Walpole, we found out that you had a close relationship with Ms. Bullock a while. ago, but there was
news from the hospital that Ms. Bullock was sent to the hospital yesterday, and she was suspected to
have suffered a blow and tried to kill herself.
âWhat do you think of this matter? Is it related to your relationship with Mrs. Gallard?â
âMrs. Gallard, you and Mr. Gallard are still a couple, but you are living together with Mr. Walpole. Isnât it
inappropriate?â
âIf it is because your relationship with Mr. Gallard broke up, or Mr. Gallard did something bad to you, why
didnât you choose to divorce first? Instead, you chose to be so close to Mr. Walpole while maintaining a
marriage relationship with Mr. Gallard?â
Gustaveâs expression was cold. âWhich media is it? Darnell, go check the reporterâs certificate and ask
the security guards to come over.â
A reporter wearing a mask directly turned on the live broadcast and continued to ask sharply, âMr.
Walpole, we are just simply interviewing you, and it is also based on the known facts.
âIf we are wrong or misunderstood, you can point it out. There is no need to kick us out,
right?
The group was in chaos. Darnell stepped forward to stop the reporters with a cold face. The security
guards in the company had not come out yet.
Darlene stood behind Gustave. She did not know which reporter was pushing her, but she staggered
back a step.
Because she felt a little hot when she got out of the car, she took off the scarf halfway. After her body
was pushed, the scarf fell to the ground.
The cold wind suddenly blew into her clothes from her neck, and there was a buzzing sound in her ear.
In the noisy crowd, her face began to turn pale.
Looking at the opposite street, she saw the parked black Maybach. It was far away. She could not see
clearly, but she knew very well that it was his car.
Avery, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, looked at Darlene, who was standing
in the cold wind.
She was wearing thick clothes and a hat, but she still looked very thin, as if she could fall down with a
blow of the wind.
His palm tightened, and when he looked over, his voice sounded a little confused.
âWhy did she come with him?â