Marrying a Dumb Husband

Chapter 43 I Must Not Behave Like This

Although the lights in the bedroom were turned on, Savannah didn’t see Emmett around.

As she spotted his laptop on the nightstand, she heard sounds of running water in the bathroom. Emmett must be bathing at that moment.

Savannah sat by the bed and ran her hand over the latest laptop. Judging from the laptop’s ultra-thin shape and virtual keyboard which was developed from the newest technology, it must be very expensive.

Savannah was secretly wishing for a laptop like Emmett’s when she accidentally touched the laptop screen.

She froze as the screen lit up. All of Cole’s personal information was presented on the screen.

Didn’t Emmett promise that he would let Cole off as long as she let go of her dignity? How did he manage to have all the information on Cole in such a short time?

Will he even keep his promise?

Savannah felt the world spin as she stared at the screen.

She didn’t feel anything when she drank the wine earlier, and she was still sober just now because of the cold wind outside the club despite the burning feeling on the insides.

However, now that she was cooped up in a room, all that wine that she had gulped down was starting to make her head throb.

As the headache worsened, Savannah felt a pair of hands around her. “I didn’t expect you to be back so soon. Did you win someone over with your charm and get a free ride?”

Scared and spiteful, Savannah shoved him away and spat, “Don’t pretend as if you know nothing about how I came back. I know you’ve sent someone to follow me.”

Emmett sat on a couch beside and dried his hair as he chuckled, “That’s quite smart of you to share a ride with a prostitute.”

Not wanting to reply to Emmett’s insult, Savannah changed the topic by pointing at his laptop. “Why are you still checking on Cole? Didn’t you promise me to let him off?”

“Cole,” Emmett scoffed. “The way you call him is so intimate. I only said that I’ll let him off, not that I won’t check his background.” Noticing Savannah’s flushed cheeks and her red, swollen lips, he asked, “How much wine did you drink?”

“That would be such a pity if I didn’t finish the bottle of fine wine.” The headache was getting worse by the minute then, and seeing Emmett splitting into multiple images certainly didn’t help.

“You finished the wine?” Emmett asked as his eyes widened.

Savannah could barely nod. As she began to lose consciousness, she managed to say, “Don’t drag Cole into our fight… He’s a good man… He’s innocent… Innocent…”

Sensing her own tongue twist against itself, Savannah shook her head and tried her best to stay awake.

Emmett felt a pang of jealousy when he saw Savannah trying so hard to help Cole despite being badly drunk. “I’ve read his information. What’s so good about him? He’s just an inexperienced jock without any significant background or family!”

Savannah heard a loud buzz instead of Emmett’s nasty remark. Finally, she lost her balance and fell to the ground with her face down.

Emmett was quick to hold Savannah and prevent her from falling, but she didn’t respond when he patted her face.

It then occurred to Emmett that she had fallen asleep. “S*it! Wake up! Why can’t you wait until you washed your dirty body?”

However, Savannah didn’t bulge in Emmett’s lap no matter how hard he tried to wake her up.

Emmett was deeply irritated by Savannah because not only was she oblivious to how gorgeous she was when drunk but also she was moving restlessly in his lap. Did she want him to lose control again?

Emmett carried the unconscious Savannah into the bathroom and drenched himself again in the process of bathing her.

After the bath, Emmett dried himself first before wiping Savannah’s body dry. When he saw the bruises on her body and thought of his ruthless actions, his heart ached. Am I too cruel to her?

He carried her to the bed and dried her hair gently with a towel. Fearing that she might catch a cold, he dried her hair with an ionic hairdryer.

Meanwhile, he stared at the drunk woman’s face intently, observing her flushed cheeks, her long eyelashes, and her dark red lips.

The sight of Savannah in a bathrobe and the hickeys on her fair neck made his blood boil again.

Emmett couldn’t take his eyes off her until her hair was completely dried. After covering her with a blanket, he slept on the couch because he feared that he would lose control again if he lay beside her. She wouldn’t be able to get off the bed the next day if he did it again.

When Savannah woke up the next morning, she felt as if her bones were dislocated. Her mouth felt dry as she registered the surroundings with a dizzy and throbbing head.

Struggling to get up from bed, she pulled off the blanket and realized that she was in a bathrobe instead of her clothes. The refreshing smell of shower gel was detected through a sniff on the back of her hand.

Wait, something’s not right! I should be reeking of alcohol since I drank half a bottle of wine. Unless someone showered me?

Savannah tightened the bathrobe around her body. She couldn’t remember what happened after she became unconscious last night.

After smacking herself on the head twice, she finally remembered that she saw Cole’s personal information on Emmett’s laptop and was arguing with him about it before blacking out.

Savannah turned toward the nightstand, only to find that Emmett’s laptop was already turned off. Emmett was still asleep on the couch on the other side of the bed.

After getting off the bed gently, Savannah changed into a pair of jeans and a long-sleeved shirt with her back facing Emmett.

Right then, Mary’s voice sounded at the door. “It’s almost noon, Mr. and Mrs. Quaker. Old Mrs. Quaker said you should be up by now because it’s not healthy to skip breakfast and lunch.”

Startled by Mary’s continuous knocks on the door, Emmett bolted upright from the couch and glanced at the window which was shielded by curtains. “Is it noon now?”

Having heard Emmett’s voice, Mary replied, “Yes, Mr. Quaker.”

As Savannah finished buttoning up her shirt, she added, “We’re awake, Mary. We’ll be joining Old Mrs. Quaker at the dining table shortly.”

“Alright.” Mary’s receding footsteps could be heard.

“I thought you said you don’t drink alcohol? You didn’t seem to have a problem finishing that bottle of premium wine at all.”

When Savannah heard Emmett’s lazy voice from behind, she panicked and crossed her fingers nervously. Turning to him, she asked, “Who took off my clothes and bathed me after I blacked out?”

As Emmett watched the color draining from Savannah’s face on the couch, he was reminded again of what happened at the club yesterday.

He purposely tormented and embarrassed her even when he knew that she was unwilling to be with him. However, when he saw her drunken state, he felt so bad that he bathed her and gave her some ginger tea for her to sober up. Curled up on the bed, she was muttering “Freddie” despite being drunk.

No, Emmett thought. She must be saying Cole’s name. The alcohol must have caused her to start slurring.

However, Emmett was going berserk at the thought of Savannah in other men’s arms and that she did not fully belong to him. What’s wrong with me?

I mustn’t behave like this!

Finally, he answered coldly, “Mary was the one who helped you.”