Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover chapter 1113
âCome on, Edmund. I think these chicks arenât that bad. Although theyâre not the best-looking ones out
there, at least they are a natural beauty. Say, I think youâve had quite a lot to drink today. Isnât it time to
put out that raging fire inside of you?â his buddies teased.
One could easily tell what sort of lifestyle they were living judging from his words.
Yet, Edmund threw his head back as he downed the remaining wine in big gulps and declined his offer.
âNo way! Theyâve ruined my mood for the night!â
Then, he staggered to his feet and left.
Half an hour later, Edmundâs car arrived at his villa, located at the heart of a lake. He staggered out of
his car as he threw a handful of money to the driver and took wobbly steps towards the villa.
âYouâre finally back, Mr. Edmund! Mr. Cooperâs been trying to contact you,â a butler said anxiously.
The butler frowned when he noticed Edmund in his drunken state.
Edmund stopped in his tracks and glared at him.
âWhat does he want from me? Didnât I tell him not to contact me anymore?â
âNo, itâs not like that, Mr. Edmund. Mr. Cooper is in the midst of an election. So, itâs best if you could be
on your best behavior. It may affect Mr. Cooperâs election in Jadeborough if todayâs matter got out.â
Edmund froze in his spot. He didnât expect the butler to know what had happened in the nightclub.
Edmund glared at the butler furiously with his bloodshot eyes.
âM-Mr. Edmundâ¦â The butlerâs voice trailed off as he shivered in fear.
Bam!
Before the butler could say anything else, Edmund threw a kick at him.
That old butler flew across the garden like a sandbag and crashed against the pots and vases on the
ground with a loud noise.
It was no surprise to see Edmund throwing punches and kicks at his servants.
However, he had never taken it that far.
The housemaids came rushing to the scene as soon as they heard the commotion.
Even Sabrina, who had gone to bed, got up and turned on the lights. She opened her windows and
looked out of the window, revealing her long and messy hair.
âMr. Edmund, youâ¦â
âEdmund, is that you? Youâre finally back! Are you in the middle of a fight? If you are done with it, come
up here now. I need to talk to you.â
At that moment, the garden went dead silent.
Edmund looked up and tried to make out the face of the mysterious voice in the dimly lit garden. He
noticed it was Sabrina and was stunned for a long time.
Sabrina was feeling impatient as she watched him staring at her from below. âAre you coming or not?
Or else Iâm jumping off the window right now!â she threatened.
Edmund did not say a word as he lowered his head and stumbled into the villa.
He was breathless a few minutes later as he struggled to climb the stairs.
He arrived at her doorstep and reached out his hand to open the door. Yet, Sabrina beat him to it as
she opened the door first. She stood there in the same sleeping gown she had worn earlier with an
angry expression.
âWhere have you been all day?â
âErrâ¦I was busy with work.â
âWork? Do you always stay out late for work? Do you know Iâve been trapped in my room for the entire
day? Why are you following my brotherâs orders so loyally? Are you trying to gang up with him on me?
Are you thinking of sending me back too?â
Sabrina was seething in anger as she bombarded him with questions.
Her beautiful eyes also went red as she spoke.
Edmund was stunned at her reaction.
Oh my, I didnât think my way of having her stay home to rest had caused so much wrath in her.
He was instantly sober when he realized his mistake.
âNo, of course not. I didnât gang up on you with your brother. I only wanted you to take good rest and
recover healthily,â he responded in a deep and hoarse voice.
He stared at her with gentle eyes as the bright light from her bedroom illuminated her silhouette. It
made her look like an angel who descended from heaven.
âReally?â Sabrina asked in doubt.
âI promise. If you donât believe me, Iâll make them leave by tomorrow. However, you have to promise
me to take good rest. Donât forget, youâre still in confinement. We canât travel to Zarain if youâre not fully
recovered yet,â Edmund explained patiently.
Sabrina scrunched her nose as she glared at him one last time before shutting the door with a loud
bang.
Edmund and the bodyguards were speechless.
Edmund stood there for a long time before he turned and went down the stairs with wobbly steps.
Then, the housemaids began to whisper among themselves.
âThatâs odd, Mr. Edmund never came home reeking in alcohol before.â
âI agree. Itâd always be the sweet smell of another womanâs perfume. Instead, heâs reeked of alcohol
today. I wonder how much he drank?â
All of the housemaids were talking among themselves the entire night.
Yet, no one knew the answer to it.
All they knew was, Edmund did not get out of bed until late noon.