Journey to Happy Ending

Chapter 260 Are You Drunk (Part One)

Edward threw himself onto the bed and sighed heavily; he felt like a flat tire at this moment. He didn't

even go take a shower like he used to do as soon as he got home. He simply lay on his bed, staring

blankly at the ceiling, with a mixed feeling of confusion and sadness tangling in his eyes.

Someone knocked on the door. Cynthia pushed the door open and walked directly towards Edward's

bed. She lay down beside Edward, but instead of looking at the ceiling like Edward did, she turned

around and fixed her eyes on Edward's handsome yet dreamy face.

She noticed when Edward walked off. Though she adored little Justin, Edward was her only son. But

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that she gave to Jonathan, that even if they had children, he would remain the most important man in

her life. Cynthia knew she wasn't the best mother in the world; she wasn't there for her son when he

was little. No matter how many babysitters or servants she had arranged to look after him, still nothing

could be compared to the love from his parents. And Edward still longed for that. Edward grew

increasingly distant and indifferent as time went by.

Edward didn't have any siblings, so Cynthia brought Luke home to be Edward's playmate so he

wouldn't be alone. However, being a orphan, Luke was cold and indifferent as well. Instead of playing

with Edward as Cynthia had expected, he preferred to be alone. Cynthia was surprised, but she didn't

send Luke away. She knew Luke would be a loyal friend to Edward and protect him no matter what

happened.

"Eddie, are you mad at me?" Cynthia reached out her fair index finger and gently rubbed Edward's

frowning brow. Gazing lovingly at her son, she felt sorry for her absence all these years.

"No, mom. I'm not mad at anyone." Edward whispered as he closed his eyes; he didn't push his mother

away. He meant what he said. His life went on pretty well without them. He learned it when he was only

a little boy that his father only cared about his mother; as for his mother, although she loved him, she

loved his father even more. Day by day and year by year, Edward eventually realized that he was an

invisible member of the family.

"I'm sorry for being so selfish. We should have been there for you. You know what? Your father loves

you very much; he just doesn't know how to tell you how much he loves you. He did what he did for

your good. You know we sent you abroad because he had a double life, and it was too dangerous for

you to stay with us. You are our only child; we couldn't risk your life. We had no choice but to send you

away." Cynthia's biggest regret was not being able to be there for Edward when he was little.

"It's fine. I'm used to it anyway." Edward's father Jonathan was the head of the most mysterious

organization on the planet called 'The Mayfly'. No one could find it unless they wanted him to. It had the

most advanced weapons and extensive connections. Governments, officials and moguls around the

world were trying their utmost to win the organization as their ally. But Edward knew nothing of these

details because Jonathan never gave his son the chance to know him. All Edward knew was that when

his father wore that golden mask, he became another man.

"Eddie, do you hate us?" Cynthia tenderly caressed Edward's head and asked again. She had never

felt sorry for anything or anyone in her whole life except for her son.

"I did when I was little. But not anymore. Sorry, I need to grab a shower." Edward sat up abruptly and

muttered. For some reason, he didn't dare to look into his mother's eyes. He got out of bed and went

directly into the bathroom. To be honest, he was a little overwhelmed because his mother had never

talked to him like this, so lovingly and gently. 'Why now? I didn't have it before, and I don't want it now.'

Edward thought to himself.

Cynthia looked at her hand and was lost in her thoughts for a while. The gap between them was

growing bigger every day. She suddenly realized that no matter how hard she tried to fix things

between Edward and them, they couldn't start all over again. She closed her eyes and sighed in agony.

Whatever was lost was lost forever, and no matter how hard they tried, it just couldn't be found again,

like time, like Edward's childhood, like his love for them.

Edward turned on the shower sprinkler and gripped the edge of the sink, icy cold water splashing all

over his body. He looked at himself in the mirror and muttered, "Do I hate them?" What if he did? And

what if he didn't? Did it even matter? Wasn't it too late to ask him now after all these years? They

should have thought about that before they asked. Edward took a deep breath and rubbed his face

before looking into the mirror again. He had decided to care for nothing and no one but Daisy and

Justin, his beloved wife and son. He could give up the whole world for them if necessary. He didn't

have a loving family when he was a kid, but he had it now. And he vowed to himself that he would love

and protect his family with his life.

"Annie, how long are you planning to avoid me? Huh?" Rain cornered Annie and put both of his arms

against the wall to prevent her from escaping.

"I'm not avoiding you, Rain. Are you drunk?" Annie frowned as she smelled alcohol on his breath. She

worried about him.

"Yes, I drank some. But no, I'm not drunk." Rain leaned forward and maliciously breathed on her. The

smell of alcohol instantly wafted around them.

"Stop it. I'll go make you a mug of honey water. Or you'll have a serious hangover in the morning."

Annie was surprised at how drunk Rain was. Who did he drink with? How did he get so wasted?

"Damn it, Annie! I told you I'm not drunk! Didn't you hear me?" Rain had drunk a lot earlier, but he was

only tipsy at this moment. Edward told him to deal with all the suppliers of the Lin Group. He had dinner

with them and made a few toasts. He was sober, but considering what he planned to do to Annie, he'd

better pretend to stay drunk.

"Okay, okay. You're not drunk. Can you let me pass please?" Annie's heart skipped a beat as Rain was

this close to her. She felt a bit afraid because she had no idea what Rain was going to do to her; she

felt a little frightened, yet a little excited. Though she loved him very much, she wanted him to be sober

when they hugged or kissed or did anything else. That way could she be sure that Rain did it because

he loved her, rather than because he was drunk. She couldn't bear it that he kissed her yet he didn't

even like her.

"No, you'll run away as soon as I let go of you. You've been avoiding me for days. I won't let you go

until you tell me why." Rain's lips curled into a devilish smile. His amethyst ear studs reflected on the

dim wall lamplight. He was so breathtaking that Annie could only stared blankly at him; her mouth

dropped open but couldn't make any sound.

"Rain, I'm not avoiding you. I just need to get to the kitchen. Now sit here and wait for me, okay?" Annie

tried to coax him. People always said that never to argue with a drunkard; just play along and repeat

their words. So Annie kept telling Rain that she was not avoiding him at all.

"Great. Annie. You won't answer my question, will you?" Rain seemed like a laid-back and careless

man, but he did have an imposing aura when he became serious.