Healing my disabled husband
Chapter 487 I'M Afraid That Something Will Happen To Her

Chapter 487 I'm afraid that something will happen to her

As Matilda returned to the villa, she went back to her room and got into the bathtub.

She buried herself in the bubbles. Even her chin was buried in the them. Only her mouth was exposed upwards. What Miles said today still made Matilda feel uncomfortable.

She could understand that Miles' worries about her were not fake, but she didn't know how to respond to his worries.

Matilda even wondered why she was so useless all of a sudden.

Matilda, who used to play around with men, disappeared.

Dejectedly sliding into the bathtub, Matilda stayed in the water for two minutes before getting out of it.

Bored, Matilda decided to go get a bottle of wine to drink. She would get drunk and relieve all the worries.

Matilda had a clear understanding of her drinking capacity.

Usually, she didn't drink too much.

Aimee gave her a strict order, not to drink too much. Otherwise, she will be punished.

Over the years, Matilda had strictly followed Aimee's request, and only drank once when she was extremely bored.

It had been almost two years since the last time she drank like this. Matilda thought about it, and decided to indulge herself once, because Aimee probably wouldn't say anything about it.

Thinking of this, Matilda happily went to get the wine, and then set up a scheduled message on her mobile phone, showing in detail when she started drinking, what wine she drank, in what order, and how much did she drank roughly.

She sent it to Ash. If she really drank to the extent where she couldn't wake up, she could ask Ash to find Kelvin or Aimee.

Matilda was still cowardly, and she also stated in the message that it was better not to tell it to Aimee. She was still afraid that Aimee would punish her.

After preparing these, Matilda sat cross-legged on a tatami and took her first sip of wine.

She didn't dare to get that kind of strong wine, but took a bottle of champagne. The sweet taste made Matilda very satisfied.

She couldn't help feeling that wine was really a good thing.

The sense of satisfaction in her mouth made Matilda feel better instantly.

Matilda savored the remaining flavor on her mouth, smiling, like a cat stealing fish.

It'd been a long time since she indulged herself like this, and Matilda suddenly felt very refreshed.

Of course, Matilda had never indulged herself only in drinking, but in other things. She was reckless, doing whatever she wanted.

Matilda drank until late at night. She was a little bit dizzy, as if some illusion appeared in front of her eyes.

She climbed down from the tatami, curled up on the ground, and reached for the phone.

No one knew what it was, but when everything seemed to have double images to her, she can find Miles' number accurately and dial the phone.

At this moment, Miles, although he also drank a lot of wine, his mind was still very clear, and he was very excited.

He had just sent Damion back to his room, put him to sleep, and was about to clean up the mess.

Miles was very surprised to receive Matilda's call.

Matilda wouldn't call him unless something serious happened.

However, when it came to major matters concerning Matilda, the first person to contact him should be his secretary.

Miles stared at the phone for a while before answering.

Matilda's voice on the other end of the phone was very soft.

It could be heard that she had been drinking.

Miles' brows furrowed instantly, because he knew that Matilda couldn't drink.

However, listening to her voice, it was obvious that she was drunk.

Matilda said softly, "Miles, don't you really like me?"

Miles' fingers holding the phone tightened suddenly, and his breathing seemed to be stagnant.

He had some expectations in his heart, but his rationality was telling him not to think about it. It was not what he thought. However, Miles couldn't control his heartbeat.

He held his breath and was about to speak, but Matilda suddenly laughed, and said, "Miles, don't like me, okay?"

Miles' body stiffened instantly, and his whole body went cold.

His voice was also unprecedentedly cold. His teeth clenched, and he spoke with difficulty, "Matilda, you called me just to tell me this?"

However, Matilda didn't seem to listen to his words, and just continued, "Don't really like me, Miles. I don't want to love a man, and I won't, so don't like me. I'm afraid I'll not respond. You will be sad." As Matilda said these words, she began to cry.

Miles couldn't hear what she said clearly. His mind was buzzing, and because Matilda burst into tears suddenly, his heart was clenched and the pain was terrific.

Matilda continued, "Men are not good things. If they get the girls, they don't cherish. And they will hurt you. I don't want to be hurt. So, don't like me..."

The effect of alcohol made Matilda lose her usual glamorous and arrogant attributes, and completely turned her into an incoherent, soft and pitiful girl.

She babbled on and on, and the more she talked, the more sad she became, and she broke down in tears at the end.

"He beat my mother to death and he's going to beat me to death... a bad guy, he only bullied women and insulted me..."

Miles had recovered a lot now, and happened to hear Matilda say this.

His brain shut down again, and finally, he called Matilda's name, "Matilda."

However, Matilda ignored him, stopped talking, and kept crying.

Miles was so distressed that he couldn't care less about finding out who he was in Matilda's words. He just wanted to go to her side immediately, whether she wanted to or not, to hold her in his arms first, and dry her tears.

Without delay, Miles came out of Eden's house directly.

There were no available drivers, and Miles can't drive. He can only stand on the side of the road and take a taxi.

However, it was very difficult to hail a car late at night, especially in the place like Decorica Home that was not in urban areas.

Miles waited for forty minutes for a car.

Matilda's crying stopped. Miles called her name several times, but there was no response.

He became even more anxious, and was afraid that something would happen to her.

Fortunately, maybe Matilda was asleep, and he could hear some of her snoring, which made him feel a little relieved.