Chapter 1080: Come to His Door
Samson was surprised by Little Bunny's words, freezing in place. Little Bunny, embarrassed by his stare, offered, "If it's inconvenient, forget it."
"No," Samson quickly recovered, "I'll do my best."
"Keeping her from Mr. Wold's bed is easy, but sending her elsewhere… I need to think," he mused. There were no pharmacies in this remote, impoverished area to obtain the necessary pills, making it difficult to facilitate a willing exchange.
"Please, I need to return to my seat," she said.
"Don't get drunk; I'm afraid Mr. Wold will kill me," Samson warned.
"Don't worry, I know my limits," she replied, then left. Samson followed, observing the party while considering her request.
Theodore dined alone in his room, the food delivered by the homestay owner. He ate, though indifferent to the taste. The thought of Little Bunny's flashy party attire angered him; he was startled by the intensity of his possessiveness.
Earlier, Little Bunny had worn a long, ankle-length skirt, loose and revealing. A scarf concealed little else. He'd almost asked her to change, wanting to hide everything but her face.
Theodore felt agitated, increasingly petty and calculating, and ashamed of himself.
A knock interrupted his self-reproach. Could it be Little Bunny? He imagined her unable to leave him alone. Elated, he rose to answer, opening the door despite it being unlocked.
Caroline stood there, her smile instantly altering Theodore's expression. "Mr. Wold," she said, "Little Bunny said you weren't feeling well, so I brought you food."
Theodore glanced at her dispassionately. "Where is Little Bunny?" he asked flatly.
"She's still at the party… everyone's celebrating that she's no longer being slandered," Caroline explained, her words thinly veiling her attempt to ingratiate herself with Theodore.
Theodore was annoyed by the uncertainty of Little Bunny's return.
"May I come in?" Caroline asked, holding food packages.
Theodore surveyed them, noting some appealing dishes. "I've dined," he said.
"Try these; the broker procured authentic local specialties," Caroline chirped.
Theodore, unsure when Little Bunny would return, nodded, allowing her entry.
Caroline happily arranged the food on his coffee table, noting the used utensils. "Mr. Wold," she said, gathering the used dishes, "let me take care of this."
Theodore, accustomed to being served, didn't object, retreating to the bathroom. Caroline efficiently cleaned and rearranged the table, even pouring him a beer.
Upon his return, she announced, "Mr. Wold, only beer is available."
"That's fine," he replied, preferring beer's satisfying simplicity to expensive wine. He suddenly missed drinking with Susan, now pregnant with Manuel's child.
A profound disappointment washed over him.
"If you don't mind, I'd enjoy a drink with you; I'm quite tolerant," Caroline offered proactively.
"Sure," Theodore replied, settling onto the sofa and allowing her to sit beside him. Caroline felt triumphant.
They maintained a slight distance. She raised her glass. "Mr. Wold, it's an honor to meet you."
Theodore met her gaze, and drained his glass. Caroline, secretly pleased, refilled his drink and helped him with the food, joining him in drinking.
Initially reckless in her pursuit, Caroline feigned intoxication, leaning towards Theodore. He turned, seeing her hazy gaze fixed on him, full of affection. Her practiced demeanor was undeniably alluring.
"Mr. Wold, I'm dizzy… I feel awful," she purred, her voice electric.
Theodore observed her flushed, desirous face. While accustomed to such advances, he felt an inexplicable nausea, a sense that she felt… greasy. Yet, he didn't rebuff her.
"You've had enough; go home," he said coldly.
Caroline's enthusiasm curdled. She couldn't believe his reaction; she'd assumed him to be a womanizer. His calm surprised and dismayed her.