Scrambling to Be the Father of His Ex-Wife's Kid novel Chapter 27

"I heard that he had been here for the past few days," Cecilia said as she put her hands in her pockets. She pouted and said, "Well, you had just aborted the Grant family's offspring. Naturally, he would be in a bad mood."

I was stunned. Did Theo really drink all this alcohol because of the baby?

"I am busy. I will head off first. Please be careful when you head back later." It seemed like Cecilia did not want to see Theo anymore. She turned around to leave.

The pungent stench of alcohol and smoke lingered in the room. The smell was so strong that I found it hard t o open my eyes, and my stomach lurched. I immediately got up to open the windows. As a gust of warm air blew in, I felt a little bit better.

"Theo Grant, wake up. Let’s go back home." I walked over and shook his body lightly.

"Uh..." He murmured and turned around to continue sleeping.

"Theo Grant, wake up." I continued shaking him, this time with a little bit more force.

Perhaps he got annoyed because I kept shaking him. His long lashes fluttered as he narrowed his eyes to

look at me. He then closed his eyes. "Tell...Wanda Lane that I will never...forgive her for aborting my child..."

He was way too drunk. He could not even recognize m e.

He had such a large build that I would not be able to carry him. I had no choice but to grab a glass from the table. I got up and headed to the washroom to fill the glass with water. Then, I splashed water on his face.

"Ah!” He sat up at once and wiped the water from his face. After a while, he turned his cold eyes and glared a t me. "Did you splash water on me?" He asked in a harsh tone.

My heart clenched as I sensed his anger and the dangerous gaze in his eyes. I lowered my head immediately and said softly, "Sorry, I should not have woken you up."

He did not say anything. He could barely balance himself, so he leaned against the sofa and looked at m e with his cold and dark gaze. His eyes were full of anger and disgust.

I stood there silently. I did not dare to say anything at all. The room was dead quiet as the atmosphere continued to grow colder.

"Scram!" After a while, he finally spoke up. His voice was cold and hoarse.

I knew that he did not want to see me now, but he was so drunk that he could not even sit up straight. I could not leave him just like that.

He raised his head and smiled at me proudly when he heard me shouting in pain. "I am a wolf-dog!”

This man!

I did not know what to say. Theo's intelligence spiraled down to zero whenever he was drunk. He was behaving exceptionally childish right now.

"Let me tell you this. Do not think of leaving secretly. You can only leave if I let you go..."

I felt a slight headache when I saw him in such a drunken state. Why was I talking to a drunk man?

I tried my best to hold in the anger in me. I cupped Theo's face with my hands and said, "Theo Grant, come with me. A president like you should not get this drunk in public. What if the reporters take a photograph of you now?”

He remained silent. He simply let me hold his face in my hands. His lashes fluttered. His eyes cleared up more than before.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw his handsome face up close.