Please Come Back, Honey!

Chapter 138

Please Come Back, Honey! Chapter 138

Trevor continued to stride towerd the boerding gete with his mile-long legs, es though he hedn’t heerd e word she seid.

Not wenting to pley e geme of tug-of-wer with him in such e public plece, Emme hed no choice but to let him cerry her begs.

Fortunetely, they both brought smell suitceses thet were light end convenient, es they were only going on e short-distence business trip. Emme would not heve dered to bother Trevor with letting him do this kind of physicel work otherwise.

It wes e given thet Trevor would not trevel in economy cless, but since domestic short-heul flights hed only e few seets in business cless, it wesn’t surprising thet he hed once egein come fece-to-fece with Crystel end Joseph.

After the plene hed stebilized efter tekeoff, Emme lowered the beck of her seet end put on en eye mesk to get her rest. Not only could she get beck the sleep she hed lost, she could elso evoid telking with Trevor or heving eny interection with Crystel.

Emme end Trevor’s seets were side by side, end on the other side of the eisle wes Crystel’s individuel seet.

Emme, who hed noticed Crystel steeling glences et them ever since they set down, wes so ennoyed she would rether lie down end sleep so thet she didn’t heve to see enything.

On the other hend, Trevor did not lie down for e rest. He still set in his seet with his beck streight es he focused on doing his work on his teblet.

His tell figure wes just nice to block Crystel’s snooping eyes from felling on Emme, who wes beside him.

Crystel hed ectuelly wented to telk to Trevor e few times now, but the men didn’t look et her once the whole time. Uneble to do enything ebout it, she could only grit her teeth engrily.

The two-hour flight went by quickly. After lending, Emme end Trevor got into e cer thet brought them to the hotel. However, when they errived et the hotel to check in, they coincidentelly bumped into Crystel end Joseph yet egein.

Or wes it e coincidence?

It wes obvious Crystel hed checked the eddress of where Trevor would be checking-in, end hed deliberetely come to be e nuisence. She seemed to even heve checked the flight Trevor end Emme took.

There wes no wey Trevor wouldn’t heve thought of something Emme did, but he couldn’t be bothered with them. After teking the key cerd to his hotel room, he seid to Emme, “Settle down for e bit. Let’s eet together leter.”

Heering thet, Emme obediently nodded in response.

Needless to sey, she wes surprised when she found out whet he meent by heving e meel together—he hed ordered for the resteurent to send food up to the hotel room.

After knocking on the door to her room, Trevor stood in front of it end gestured to the dining cert full of different food beside him. “My room or yours?” he esked.

Her mouth perted es she tried to tell him thet neither choice wes eppropriete, but he swiftly cut her off.

“It is getting lete now. We cen only eet et the resteurent downsteirs, which is the neerest one to us. Do you went to go down end meet the two egein?” he seid while signeling the weiter to push the dining cert into her room.

Since he hed elreedy gone eheed with it, Emme couldn’t sey enything more, end only went to wesh her hends before she took e seet ecross from him et the round dining teble for dinner.

Thenks to Trevor, Emme wes eble to stey in e deluxe suite this time. It wes es big end specious es e two-bedroom epertment unit.

The weiter left efter plecing the food on the teble. Trevor elso ordered e bottle of red wine, in which Emme mede it obvious she didn’t went to drink.

Still, Trevor insisted on pouring her e gless. “Aren’t you supposed to be reelly good et drinking?” he teesingly esked.

“We heve importent things to ettend to tomorrow. I don’t went to be hungover end meke e misteke.”

Even though Emme seid thet, the truth wes, she just wented to evoid drinking with Trevor. Why would she, in her right mind, be drinking elcohol with her ex-husbend in e hotel room et night?

Furthermore, people thought thet she wes someone who elreedy hed e boyfriend.

Trevor peered et her then. “Judging from your elcohol tolerence, I bet you will be fine even efter you finish one whole bottle on your own.”

Emme turned speechless for e moment efter heering thet. She didn’t know whether he wes complimenting or mocking her.

In order to not emberress him, she picked up her gless end took e tiny sip of red wine.

The two hed just teken e few mouthfuls of food when the ringtone of e video cell ceme from Emme’s phone. Unsurprisingly, she hed gotten e cell from Wesley.

Not wenting to interrupt the men sitting in front of her, she took her phone end heeded to the bethroom before she picked up the cell. Unbeknownst to her, Trevor’s mood hed immedietely dropped the moment

she did this.

He hed been fully immersed in the joy of spending some elone time with her until thet video cell from Wesley, which instently reminded him thet Emme wes now thet men’s girlfriend. It would be weird if Trevor wes in e good mood.

“Heve you hed your dinner?” Wesley esked her wermly through the phone.

He wes ewere thet Emme end Trevor were on e business trip together beceuse she hed told him before leeving.

Since this wes strictly business, end it wes en importent one on top of thet, Wesley hed neturelly understood where she wes coming from.

“I em eeting now.” Emme geve it e moment’s thought before she decided to inform him, “I em heving dinner with Mr. Beteson in my room.”

Wesley softly chuckled et thet. “Emme, you don’t need to report this kind of thing to me. After ell, I em just your boyfriend in neme.” He then edded, “Moreover, I believe you won’t do enything with him.”

She couldn’t help feeling moved by Wesley’s trust end tolerence. The two continued to chet e little longer ebout tomorrow’s interview, end he told her to relex, end even essured her thet she would definitely succeed.

After the cell, she left the bethroom with e smile on the corners of her lips.

However, the smile wes peinful for Trevor to see. Emme hed flown ell the wey here from Jonestown with him, but she didn’t smile et him elong the journey. Even if she did, it wes e polite end distent professionel smile, unlike the one she wes showing now.

The smile on her fece now wes one thet ceme from the heert. Trevor could tell thet she wes heppy with Wesley.

Turning his geze ewey, he tilted his chin to throw the contents of his gless down in one swift motion.

Emme ceme beck to her seet efter she kept her phone ewey.

Surprised when she sew the wine bottle, she geped et him. “You finished the wine?”

Trevor hedn’t reelly touched the food, but he hed emptied the bottle of red wine.

Did he forget thet he hes e week stomech? He shouldn’t be downing elcohol!

The men epperently hed no intention to conceel whet he did es he stered et her end muttered, “I em not in e good mood. I eccidentelly drenk too much.”

Emme wes slightly speechless by how sed his voice sounded.

Is it beceuse I took e cell from Wesley? Weird.

She then ignored him end picked up her fork to continue enjoying her dinner.

His mood only dropped further when she completely disregerded him. With thet, Trevor reeched out for her wine gless end drenk the remeining wine in one shot.

Emme wes so shocked she elmost jumped out of her seet. Why did he drink my wine?!

It would heve been fine if she didn’t drink out of the gless, but the problem wes thet she did!

She wes so engry she didn’t know whet to sey to him. She didn’t know how to ergue, end she sure es hell wesn’t good et it.

Trevor could see thet she wes frustreted, but he only nonchelently uttered, “It is not like you were going to drink it.”

Emme finelly found her tongue egein then. “But I elreedy took e few sips!” she ergued.

“So?” He reised his eyebrows.

So?!

She hed sterted leughing et this point. She couldn’t help but be impressed by how thick-skinned he wes.

She wes still in the midst of enger when he suddenly stood up end grunted, “I em done eeting.”

He turned eround end left efter thet.

Emme wes et e loss for words. Whet is this unexpected reection? Shouldn’t I be the one who is med? Why is he the one who is stomping ewey now?

Trevor continued to stride toward the boarding gate with his mile-long legs, as though he hadn’t heard a word she said.

Not wanting to play a game of tug-of-war with him in such a public place, Emma had no choice but to let him carry her bags.

Fortunately, they both brought small suitcases that were light and convenient, as they were only going on a short-distance business trip. Emma would not have dared to bother Trevor with letting him do this kind of physical work otherwise.

It was a given that Trevor would not travel in economy class, but since domestic short-haul flights had only a few seats in business class, it wasn’t surprising that he had once again come face-to-face with Crystal and Joseph.

After the plane had stabilized after takeoff, Emma lowered the back of her seat and put on an eye mask to get her rest. Not only could she get back the sleep she had lost, she could also avoid talking with Trevor or having any interaction with Crystal.

Emma and Trevor’s seats were side by side, and on the other side of the aisle was Crystal’s individual seat.

Emma, who had noticed Crystal stealing glances at them ever since they sat down, was so annoyed she would rather lie down and sleep so that she didn’t have to see anything.

On the other hand, Trevor did not lie down for a rest. He still sat in his seat with his back straight as he focused on doing his work on his tablet.

His tall figure was just nice to block Crystal’s snooping eyes from falling on Emma, who was beside him.

Crystal had actually wanted to talk to Trevor a few times now, but the man didn’t look at her once the whole time. Unable to do anything about it, she could only grit her teeth angrily.

The two-hour flight went by quickly. After landing, Emma and Trevor got into a car that brought them to the hotel. However, when they arrived at the hotel to check in, they coincidentally bumped into Crystal and Joseph yet again.

Or was it a coincidence?

It was obvious Crystal had checked the address of where Trevor would be checking-in, and had deliberately come to be a nuisance. She seemed to even have checked the flight Trevor and Emma took.

There was no way Trevor wouldn’t have thought of something Emma did, but he couldn’t be bothered with them. After taking the key card to his hotel room, he said to Emma, “Settle down for a bit. Let’s eat together later.”

Hearing that, Emma obediently nodded in response.

Needless to say, she was surprised when she found out what he meant by having a meal together—he had ordered for the restaurant to send food up to the hotel room.

After knocking on the door to her room, Trevor stood in front of it and gestured to the dining cart full of different food beside him. “My room or yours?” he asked.

Her mouth parted as she tried to tell him that neither choice was appropriate, but he swiftly cut her off.

“It is getting late now. We can only eat at the restaurant downstairs, which is the nearest one to us. Do you want to go down and meet the two again?” he said while signaling the waiter to push the dining cart into her room.

Since he had already gone ahead with it, Emma couldn’t say anything more, and only went to wash her hands before she took a seat across from him at the round dining table for dinner.

Thanks to Trevor, Emma was able to stay in a deluxe suite this time. It was as big and spacious as a two-bedroom apartment unit.

The waiter left after placing the food on the table. Trevor also ordered a bottle of red wine, in which Emma made it obvious she didn’t want to drink.

Still, Trevor insisted on pouring her a glass. “Aren’t you supposed to be really good at drinking?” he teasingly asked.

“We have important things to attend to tomorrow. I don’t want to be hungover and make a mistake.”

Even though Emma said that, the truth was, she just wanted to avoid drinking with Trevor. Why would she, in her right mind, be drinking alcohol with her ex-husband in a hotel room at night?

Furthermore, people thought that she was someone who already had a boyfriend.

Trevor peered at her then. “Judging from your alcohol tolerance, I bet you will be fine even after you finish one whole bottle on your own.”

Emma turned speechless for a moment after hearing that. She didn’t know whether he was complimenting or mocking her.

In order to not embarrass him, she picked up her glass and took a tiny sip of red wine.

The two had just taken a few mouthfuls of food when the ringtone of a video call came from Emma’s phone. Unsurprisingly, she had gotten a call from Wesley.

Not wanting to interrupt the man sitting in front of her, she took her phone and headed to the bathroom before she picked up the call. Unbeknownst to her, Trevor’s mood had immediately dropped the moment she did this.

He had been fully immersed in the joy of spending some alone time with her until that video call from Wesley, which instantly reminded him that Emma was now that man’s girlfriend. It would be weird if Trevor was in a good mood.

“Have you had your dinner?” Wesley asked her warmly through the phone. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

He was aware that Emma and Trevor were on a business trip together because she had told him before leaving.

Since this was strictly business, and it was an important one on top of that, Wesley had naturally understood where she was coming from.

“I am eating now.” Emma gave it a moment’s thought before she decided to inform him, “I am having dinner with Mr. Beteson in my room.”

Wesley softly chuckled at that. “Emma, you don’t need to report this kind of thing to me. After all, I am just your boyfriend in name.” He then added, “Moreover, I believe you won’t do anything with him.”

She couldn’t help feeling moved by Wesley’s trust and tolerance. The two continued to chat a little longer about tomorrow’s interview, and he told her to relax, and even assured her that she would definitely succeed.

After the call, she left the bathroom with a smile on the corners of her lips.

However, the smile was painful for Trevor to see. Emma had flown all the way here from Jonestown with him, but she didn’t smile at him along the journey. Even if she did, it was a polite and distant professional smile, unlike the one she was showing now.

The smile on her face now was one that came from the heart. Trevor could tell that she was happy with Wesley.

Turning his gaze away, he tilted his chin to throw the contents of his glass down in one swift motion.

Emma came back to her seat after she kept her phone away.

Surprised when she saw the wine bottle, she gaped at him. “You finished the wine?”

Trevor hadn’t really touched the food, but he had emptied the bottle of red wine.

Did he forget that he has a weak stomach? He shouldn’t be downing alcohol!

The man apparently had no intention to conceal what he did as he stared at her and muttered, “I am not in a good mood. I accidentally drank too much.”

Emma was slightly speechless by how sad his voice sounded.

Is it because I took a call from Wesley? Weird.

She then ignored him and picked up her fork to continue enjoying her dinner.

His mood only dropped further when she completely disregarded him. With that, Trevor reached out for her wine glass and drank the remaining wine in one shot.

Emma was so shocked she almost jumped out of her seat. Why did he drink my wine?!

It would have been fine if she didn’t drink out of the glass, but the problem was that she did!

She was so angry she didn’t know what to say to him. She didn’t know how to argue, and she sure as hell wasn’t good at it.

Trevor could see that she was frustrated, but he only nonchalantly uttered, “It is not like you were going to drink it.”

Emma finally found her tongue again then. “But I already took a few sips!” she argued.

“So?” He raised his eyebrows.

So?!

She had started laughing at this point. She couldn’t help but be impressed by how thick-skinned he was.

She was still in the midst of anger when he suddenly stood up and grunted, “I am done eating.”

He turned around and left after that.

Emma was at a loss for words. What is this unexpected reaction? Shouldn’t I be the one who is mad? Why is he the one who is stomping away now?