Drinking Alcohol Secretly
However, the events that happened that day were simply too strange. Carla felt oddly unsettled the whole time, as if something major was about to happen.
"What are you thinking about?"
Zayn cupped her cheeks and moved closer to kiss her again.
"Nothing." Carla avoided him once more. "You should rest for a while. We'll be reaching home soon."
For some reason, her body was instinctively averse to being intimate with him.
Logically speaking, there was nothing wrong with him. Yet, her sixth sense was telling her that something was amiss.
In the past, it was true that Zayn loved to be affectionate with her regardless of the setting. However, he only did that in front of his subordinates. When he was with her female bodyguards, he would be very mindful of his behavior.
Yet, he seemed overly eager to be affectionate with her on that day. His hand kept stroking her arm as if he was tempted to do something.
"Fine, " came Zayn's reply before he leaned against the seat and closed his eyes.
Carla scrutinized him. His face, figure, and demeanor tell me that he's my husband, but why do I have such a strange feeling? Even so, I can't pinpoint where that strangeness came from.
Slowly, her gaze inched down from his face to his waist. To confirm whether he was Zayn, she just needed to look at the tattoo on his waist.
The moment they reached home, a bunch of people surrounded them. Gazing at Zayn with snots and tears on her face, Vela cried, "You're finally back, Mr. Zayn. I knew you'd definitely return!"
"Thank you for your concern, Mrs. Bolistin." He smiled at her.
"You must be tired, Mr. Zayn. Go back to your room and rest, " Thompson urged, his heart throbbing with pain at how exhausted and weak Zayn looked.
"Yes, Mr. Thompson, " replied Zayn before struggling to stand up.
Brandy immediately rushed forward to help him up.
"Where's Carla?"
Zayn scanned the house. She was nowhere to be seen after they got out of the car.
"Ms. Lierger is handling some matters, " explained Brandy. "The children went out today and will be back a while later. There are some matters that she has to settle in the office too…"
"Mmm, " responded Zayn before heading to his room upstairs with Brandy's help.
When they were in the room, Brandy poured Zayn a cup of hot tea, but the latter frowned and ordered, "Get me a glass of wine."
"Mr. Giblo, your condition forbids you from drinking, " advised Brandy.
Displeased, Zayn raised his head and glared at him.
"You really can't drink." Unlike Benard, Brandy was much more stubborn. "Just bear with it for a while longer. After you recover, I'll drink with you."
All of a sudden, Zayn asked, "How is my condition?"
"The toxins in your body haven't been eliminated yet, and your condition has become very severe. Have you forgotten?" Brandy became anxious. "Furthermore, you got injured from the fire, and your wounds haven't healed yet. How can you drink now?"
"All right, I understand." Zayn grew impatient. "Go out."
"Rest well. I'll excuse myself now. If you need anything, just call out for me."
With that, Brandy lowered his head and left.
The moment the door closed, Zayn got up and poured himself a glass of wine. Leaning against the sofa, he sipped at it slowly.
As he stared at the cup of hot tea on the table, he narrowed his eyes as though deep in thought.
"Hubby…"
At that moment, Carla pushed the door open and entered.
Zayn hastily placed the glass of wine down and grabbed the cup of tea. Unfortunately, she caught him red-handed. "Are you secretly drinking alcohol again?"
She emphasized the word "again."
In the past, Zayn would drink alcohol secretly all the time. Even when his health had deteriorated to the worst state, he still could not restrain himself.
In truth, Carla knew that he was not an alcoholic. It was just that he would become less conscious after drinking, which would make him feel less troubled.
"I-I just—"
"You aren't allowed to drink anymore." Carla frowned and said sternly, "With your current condition, you have to abstain."
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