Chapter 184 Bad Mood
“Stop messing around and eat your food,” Chandler said, his eyes holding a hint of a smile. He didn’t make things difficult for her.
Meryl asked, “How much did you drink last night?”
Even though he had showered and it was already late morning, the smell of alcohol still lingered on him.
Chandler held up two fingers.
“Two bottles?” asked Meryl.
“Add a zero to that,” Chandler said.
Meryl was speechless.
Chandler explained, “Dante was in a bad mood.”
Meryl knew very well why Dante was upset. After everything that happened last night, it would be strange if he wasn’t.
Chandler had known Dante for many years, but this was the first time he’d seen him cry like that. When Dante was drunk, he clung to Chandler’s arm. He said, “Chandler, how can I win Anne back? She bit me so hard, and right before me, she was all lovey-dovey with that pretty boy. I was about to get angry, but she didn’t care."
“What should I do? Do you think they’ll sleep together tonight? I’m going crazy! If that pretty boy touches Anne, I’ll have him castrated! Then I’ll turn myself into the police,” Dante said.
Dante held his head in his hands. The tears and snot mixed with the alcohol on his face.
Chandler sat beside him, pulled his arm away in disgust, and handed him a couple of tissues from the table.
Dante wiped his nose, then continued drinking and crying.
Chandler wasn’t in a great mood either. What should have been a good night had turned into a bad one. He should have been in bed, holding Meryl’s body and sharing kisses. Instead, he didn’t even see Meryl and ended up being Dante’s emotional trash can in the middle of the night.
“Meryl is still at Anne’s place. What could they do?” asked Chandler.
Hearing Chandler say this, Dante finally let out a breath of relief.
But then Chandler said coldly, “But she should come back soon. Now that Anne has a pretty boy to keep her company, why should Meryl stay there like a third wheel?”
“If Meryl leaves, won’t that pretty boy be alone with Anne?” Dante thought, panicking. “If they’re alone, they’ll have no boundaries. How can that be okay?"
Just thinking about it was driving Dante insane.
Chandler gave Dante a sideways glance. “What the hell is wrong with you? You and Anne are divorcing, and now my wife and I are forced apart because of you. I just got married a month ago. It’s our honeymoon period. I didn’t beat you up out of respect, and you still want my wife to be a third wheel, stuck at Anne’s house? If anyone should be stuck, it’s you. Why drag others into your mess?” Chandler said, glaring at him.
Chandler had a point, but hearing this made Dante even more miserable. Drowning his sorrows in alcohol only made things worse. He held onto Chandler and drank the entire night until the bar closed at dawn.
After leaving the bar, Dante started vomiting violently at the entrance. He was so defeated he couldn’t even form a complete sentence. Of the twenty bottles they drank, Chandler had five. Dante finished the remaining fifteen by himself.
Chandler tried to stop him, but he couldn’t. So, he just watched Dante drink.
Chandler told Walter to take Dante home. Before they could get him into the car, Dante clung to Walter’s waist and wouldn’t let go.
He was drunk out of his mind. Dante slurred his words. “No, I’m not going home. It’s full of Anne’s memories. What’s the point of going back alone? Do you know what waiting from dusk till dawn is like? Since Anne left, I’ve been waiting, day after day,” he continued.
Walter pulled the car around, but Dante refused to get in. So Chandler lifted his leg and kicked him in.
“Only useless men hide and drink. If you don’t want a divorce, then go after her! Saying you can’t let go means nothing. You coward,” Chandler said.