Chapter 20 Whether Live or Die, Weâll Be Together
Hearing the intimate voice, Peyton froze and forgot to react as if someone controlled her.
She didnât know how much Nolan drank to end up like this. Nolan acted as if they had never had a
dispute before. He naturally wrapped Peyton in his arms.
Peyton felt Nolanâs familiar and hot embrace. It was a great shock to her.
She maintained her sense and reached out to push him away. But
took her fingers and put them near his lips for sucking.
The warm lips gently stroked the back of her hand. Nolan muttered, âHoney, where have you been?
Iâve been looking for you for so long.â
Peyton failed to hold back her tears. The tears slipped down her cheek. All the tears in her life seemed
to have been used up this year.
Suppressing her grief, Peyton said, âWerenât you the one who pushed me away?â
âNonsense.â Nolan hugged her a little tighter. His kisses fell behind her ear with the smell of alcohol.
âYouâre the person I love most in my life. How could I push you away?â
Peyton pushed him away and said, âNolan, take a good look at who I
am.â
There were no lights on in the room. The curtains were not fully
drawn. Through the faint light from the courtyard, Nolan saw drops of tears in the corners of Peytonâs
eyes.
He leaned down and kissed her tears drop by drop. He murmured, âPeytic, donât cry. Who did this to
you? I will help you beat him to death!â
His childish words made Peyton cry even hard. She didnât know how much he drank. How could he be
so drunk like this?
If he had any bit of lucidity, he wouldnât have forgotten the hatred toward her. Nor would he have talked
to her in such a childish
manner.
Peyton buried her head into Nolanâs arms. She sniflled and said in a trembling voice, âNolan, if I die,
what will you do?â
âNonsense! How could you die?â
âPeople all die. No one can escape their fate.â
âThen I will die with you. Whether live or die, weâll be together.â
Peytonâs fingers tugged tightly on his shirt. She pursed her lips and smiled helplessly. âYouâre the one
whoâs talking nonsense, Iâm afraid that as soon as I die, youâll immediately marry someone else.â
As soon as Nolan heard this, he became annoyed. He propped himself up and held her hand near his
heart. Without any fabric covering him, Nolanâs firm and smooth skin pressed against her palm.
His heart was beating fast.
It sounded like a drum.
She heard Nolanâs words above her head. He was drunk, but he sounded extremely serious.
you. If you die, it dies too.â
Peyton nodded with tears in her eyes. âI heard it.â
Nolanâs palm slowly landed on her waist. Peyton got startled and trembled. Nolanâs body leaned over.
Nolan kissed Peytonâs car when he was quite drunk. He was no longer the indifferent man in daily life.
âPeytic, letâs make a baby.â
Babyâ¦
Peyton cried harder.
Feeling her trembling body, Nolan got so scared that he hurriedly wiped her tears with his hands.
âPeytie, donât cry. Please donât. I donât want a baby. I just want you to be well. Donât cry.
Nolan held her in his arms tightly. He sensed Peytonâs trembling body and patiently soothed her over
and over again.
Peyton tightly grabbed his clothes and pressed her head against his chest. Her tears moistened his
shirt. She called his name in a low voice, âNolan. Nolanâ¦â
Why did they end up like this?
She wanted to go back to two years ago. She craved the carefree time.
âI am here. I am here.â Nolan responded to her time and time again.
Peyton knew that his gentleness was rare. She was not supposed to have any closer contact with him,
but she just couldnât help holding onto his warmth.
She thought, âNolan, how good it would be if you didnât change.â
Nolan woke up at almost dawn. He felt someone in his arms before he even opened his eyes.
He thought about the pile of empty bottles he left last night. He had a high alcohol tolerance. He didnât
drink often. He didnât believe he would get drunk one day.
With a splitting headache, he couldnât remember what happened last night. He was disturbed, afraid of
opening his eyes to face reality.
He didnât open his eyes until he had prepared himself to do so. When he saw that the woman in his
arms was Peyton, he sighed in relief.
But in the next second, he realized what was going on between them. He instantly shook her body
away from him fiercely.
Just as Nolan was about to pull out his arm, his gaze suddenly landed on Peytonâs face. He stopped
moving his arm.
How long had it been since heâd looked at her quietly like this? When they met recently, they would
fight with each other fiercely.
Without makeup, her fair complexion was noticeable.
She had fair skin before. But wasnât this a little too fair? He thought Peytonâs skin was as pale as paper.
Her small face with delicate features didnât show a trace of blood. She was like Snow White.
Peyton slept on her side in Nolanâs arm. Instead of wrapping her arms and legs around Nolan like
before, she curled up into a ball like a kitten.
Nolan curled his lips into a self-deprecating smile. This meant that she no longer believed in him.
As soon as he thought of this, Nolan felt angry again. He viciously drew out his arm.
Peyton suddenly opened her eyes. She looked a bit confused. She blankly looked at the world like a
kitten.
Her eyes were innocent and beautiful.
When she saw Nolanâs handsome face clearly, her expression changed drastically. She blurted out,
âYou pestered me when you were drunk last night.â
The scene of a couple cuddling together suddenly disappeared.
Nolanâs face sank. He just woke up, so his voice was still a bit hoarse. âI know. If I werenât drunk, I
wouldnât have held you like this.â
To hide his embarrassment, Nolan hurriedly went into the bathroom with his clothes. Peyton quickly put
away the hair scattered on the bed after Nolan closed the door.
Nolan ripped off the buttons with anger. What kind of thing was this? They were still husband and wife.
Why did he have to explain about hugging her during sleep?
He felt that he failed to behave well last night. He was about to throw his shirt into the dirty clothes
basket when his thumb touched a strand of black hair.
He wouldnât have cared too much if it had been a single strand. But there were surprisingly strands of
black hair scattering on the ground. He roughly counted. There were two dozen of them.
When Peyton still had long hair, she always complained about her hair
loss. Different kinds of shampoos couldnât bring out any effect. She even laughed at herself, wondering
if she would be bald one day.
At that time, she would jump on his back and flirted, âIlubby, if I become bald, why donât you become a
monk?â
Nolanâs eyes flickered. Did every woman suffer from such terrible hair loss?
Nolan thought of her pale face and tearful explanation not long ago. She said, âIâm not lying to you. Iâm
just sickâ¦â
Nolan pushed the door open and headed toward the bed.