Chapter 151
Mr. Sallow's Sinful Wife by Maisie Chasey
Chapter 151 Nancy, Look Carefully Jennifer found herself unable to provide further explanation and bowed, offering an apology. âMr. Foster, I apologize for lying.â
Ignoring her, Luke carried Linda and stepped into the elevator, leaving Jennifer awkwardly standing by the door.
In this tense moment, Shannon approached with a guilty look on her face. She cautiously asked, âJennifer, what should we do?
Will Mr. Foster be angry at Linda like this?â
Jennifer replied uncertainly, âI donât know if heâll be angry at Linda, but heâs already angry at us.â After saying this, she casually scratched her head. âFor us, itâs bearable as long as Linda isnât negatively affected.â
âMr. Foster loves Linda so much; he probably wonât.â
Jennifer sighed, her experience in the complex world of the entertainment industry shaping her perspective. She reflected on the blurred lines between reality and fiction in this world. Her request was simple-she just hoped Linda wouldnât get hurt.
Without time to retrieve Nancyâs luggage, Nicholas carried her directly to his room. As he laid her on the bed, it became clear that she was heavily intoxicated. As he was about to help her undress for a shower, a sudden realization hit him-they were no longer a couple. This left him wondering how he could assist her with something as intimate as a shower.
As he was about to get up and find someone to help her with her shower, she unexpectedly reached out. She grabbed his tie with her slender, fair hand, forcefully pulling him in front of her. Caught off guard, Nicholas found himself inches away from Nancy. Their breaths mingled, and their noses nearly touched. Despite the close proximity, the sight of her features, particularly her rosy and plump lips under the warm lamplight, instantly stirred his heart. He admitted to himself-he was in turmoil. It was a complete mess.
In this intense moment, there was a palpable heat in the air, perhaps intensified by the alcohol. Nancy, still intoxicated, reached out and began fumbling with her clothes as she hummed lightly. Her actions seemed casual, but the sounds escaping her lips were like a potent elixir to Nicholas at that moment. He feared he might not be able to control himself.
Unaware of her own actions due to the alcohol, Nancy lay on the bed, breathing heavily. The flush on her face, intensified by the alcohol, looked alluring and captivating under the gentle lamplight, accentuating her natural beauty. Her clothing pulled down at her chest, further emphasizing her enticing curves.
Nicholas was tormented to the point of madness. His parched and restless state was further exacerbated by their close proximity, as everything about her lay bare before his eyes. The intensity of the moment led him to lose all reason. His whispered words of âNancyâ were followed by his impulsive lean to kiss her rosy lips.
As he leaned in for a kiss, Nancy abruptly slapped him across the face. Her hazy eyes fluttered open in disbelief, and she wondered, Nicholas? Whatâs going on? Why is he here? She had intentionally drowned herself in alcohol, hoping to forget about him and have a peaceful nightâs sleep. Yet, there he was, his face blurrily swaying before her.
In her intoxicated state, Nancy reached out, patting Nicholasâ face, her slaps producing a loud smacking sound. As she continued to pat him, she murmured, âYouâre so annoying! Nicholas, why are you everywhere? Why do you keep showing up?â
Her words immediately darkened his expression, making him wonder if she wanted to avoid him even when she was drunk.
âNicholas, do you know? Youâre like a lingering ghost. Why canât you leave me alone?â Her irritation was palpable, and she couldnât seem to shake his presence from her thoughts.
Nicholas, sensing her annoyance, grabbed her wrist and warned her with frustrated gritted teeth, âNancy, look carefully. Iâm a person, not a ghost.â
She seemed momentarily taken aback by this revelation, her drunken stupor briefly interrupted. Then, she chuckled, her inebriated mind refusing to believe it. âYou canât be a ghost. Ghosts arenât so handsome. But how can you look exactly like Nicholas? Who are you?â
Nicholas, frustrated beyond words, struggled to respond.
Nancy pouted in dissatisfaction when her demand for an answer went unanswered. She extended her hand and pushed forcefully, reiterating her question, âWho are you? Who exactly are you?â
âI am Nicholas,â he said, his tone softening as he recognized that a gentler approach was needed to handle the situation.
Nancy smiled drowsily upon hearing this, her mood shifting erratically. She reached out and patted Nicholasâ face again, mumbling, âNicholas? Haha... You say youâre Nicholas?â In her state, she couldnât comprehend how he could be her ex-
husband. âBut how could you possibly be Nicholas? Youâre so silly that you canât even tell a lie,â she remarked, still baffled by the situation.
He attempted to explain, âI didnât lie; I am Nicholas.â
âYou dummy. Nicholas is at home now! Iâm in Swania; how could he be here?â she exclaimed, her intoxicated grin revealing her amusement.
Gathering Nancyâs disheveled clothes, Nicholas struggled to suppress his impulses and then patiently explained, âYou silly girl.
Canât I...â He hesitated, his thoughts racing-Fly over here?
However, before he could finish his sentence, she suddenly lowered her arm, rolled over in bed, and began tossing and turning while keeping her eyes closed. Even though her eyes were shut, she remained awake, clearly somewhat confused. She continued to roll on the bed, holding onto a pillow, her pink and tender lips puckered as she murmured incessantly. âLinda, do you know what? I actually saw a fake Nicholas just now. He even tried to deceive me, but luckily, Iâm clever; otherwise, I would have been fooled.â
As the real Nicholas stood by the bed, he couldnât help but twitch his lips, utterly perplexed by how he ended up being mistaken for a fake version of himself.
âLinda, your bed is incredibly soft and comfortable,â Nancy mumbled in her intoxicated state.
âLinda, youâre right. There are so many good men out there. Why should I tie myself to one person? You said youâd introduce a boyfriend to me. I think the young hunk in your phone with the great physique is much better than Nicholas. How about you introduce him to me?â
âOr maybe a mature man is okay. Mature men are caring. I feel like I might prefer a mature man. Why donât you introduce me to a mature man?â
âHmm? Sister-brother romance is cute, too. What should I do? How about introducing a cute younger brother to me?â
âLinda, I believe theyâre all great. What should I do? Could you please introduce all of them to me?â
She hoped that by considering different potential partners, she could distract herself from her ex- husband, Nicholas, who had become such a bother.
âNaughty, please go away.â
âPlease leave quickly.â
Every time Nancy thought of Nicholas, she would vigorously wave her hand, trying to dismiss the intrusive memories. It had worked the first two times, but now, something was wrong. Her hand, seemingly paralyzed, couldnât respond to her desperate gestures. âBoohoo...â She panicked and cried out. âNaughty! Who is holding onto me? Let go of me. Let go of me immediately.â