Chapter 254

Presumably not being able to stomach it, Giselle began to pull out her phone, wanting to call and scold Steward herself. She was stopped by Maverick, he said, "Rather than telling him, let him find out for himself. Trust me, this will hurt Steward even more." Giselle was half in doubt, but with Harper still in the hospital room, she didn't want Harper to hear her own rant. After leaving the hospital, Giselle didn't go home with Maverick, instead, she stayed to accompany Harper. At such a time, Maverick naturally let her be. The two went to the hotel where Harper was staying, but didn't linger for long. Harper was always quiet, suppressing everything in her heart, and not expressing her emotions. Giselle was worried that she might become ill from all the pent-up emotions. So she proposed, "Harper, let's go get a drink, okay?" Harper agreed without a second of hesitation, saying, "Okay." Crisp and straightforward, one wouldn't see any particular emotion on her face. It was too repressed! There's clearly a deep hole in her heart that can't be mended, but she's still forcing herself to act as if all is calm. Giselle felt a deep sense of pity, but apart from that, she didn't know what to do, or what to say... She wanted to comfort Harper, but she didn't dare to mention Steward's name. Thankfully, there's still alcohol. Often times, alcohol, is truly a good thing. Giselle brought Harper to the nightlife, they were alone in the private room, free to do as they pleased. The table was covered with alcohol. Giselle picked up a bottle, poured a glass for herself and Harper, handing one of them to Harper. "Harper, you still have me. Those not worth it, let them scram as far as possible." Harper was gazing at the glass of alcohol in Giselle’s hand. She didn't take it, but picked up the bottle instead, gave a smile, looking somewhat pale, "That's right, scram as far as possible.” With that said, she raised her head. Drinking beer, she drank too fast, some spilling down her chin. Despite always being a neat-freak, Harper didn’t care, she drank an entire bottle in one go. After finishing, she placed her hands on her forehead, propping herself on the table in front of her where the drinks were placed. Head bowed down, Giselle couldn’t see Harper's expression, only her tensely clenched hands, as if enduring to the limit. Giselle felt terribly upset, she patted Harper's back, "Harper, if you feel like crying, just cry. Crying it out might make you feel better." Harper didn't cry, but she hugged Giselle tightly, contracting incessantly in Giselle's arms, she said, "Liang, I’m in so much pain, even breathing hurts." Giselle could empathize with that feeling. She had been there once too. But she thought, the feeling she had back then, was probably nothing compared to Harper's. As Patrick left without a word, she didn't understand why. In the end, even if she became aware of the existence of Vanessa, that came later. However, Harper well and truly knew that Steward had been unfaithful. Under such circumstances, she overheard the man she had loved for a decade being intimate with another woman. Disgusting! Giselle had not heard that recording, but just hearing Harper describe it was nauseating enough. "Harper..." Giselle wanted to comfort her but did not know how. Harper let go of Giselle. She was clutching her chest, her tone still calm. "I have to remember, I must remember how much it hurts. That way, I will never think of him again, I will never miss those laughable past experiences." There was a time when Harper would rather break up with Steward than tarnish the good times they had. But, it was ruined! Steward ruined everything. Giselle sipped her drinks, one at a time, while Harper quickly drank bottle by bottle. Giselle was genuinely worried about Harper's drinking habits damaging her health. She tried to stop her, but Harper pushed her away. "Giselle, just let me drink." Giselle thought that she was courting death. She stopped trying to interfere. But she knew her limit, the amount Harper gulped down was just sufficient to give her a breather. .. On the other side, Steward had made countless calls to Maverick, asking about the whereabouts of Giselle and Harper. For each query, Maverick had only three words in response, "I don't know." Steward was in a panic, a feeling he'd never experienced before, his hand shaking even as it gripped the steering wheel. He sought out Belinda for answers. Initially, Belinda was avoiding his inquiries, but she finally yielded under his pressure. She confessed that Giselle came to confront her, and out of anger, they engaged in a physical altercation. However... Steward had known Giselle for a while. Sure, she was very assertive and her audacity only increased after marrying Yinmo, but other than Gloria, he had never seen Giselle physically assault any other woman. Especially, Belinda, with whom she had no quarrel. Harper blocked him, he sent Giselle to find him, and Giselle ended up in a fight with Belinda. Linking these events, it was easy to speculate on certain possibilities. Especially when Belinda mentioned that there was another person with Giselle, a person wearing glasses. Who else could it be except Harper? Where could the problem have occurred? He thought he had hidden it very well, he questioned Belinda if it was her, her expression was strange, but she denied it. Steward felt certain that she definitely had something to do with it. But he didn't have time to settle accounts with her, as there was only one thing on his mind. To find Harper, to explain, and to keep her. He had to keep her, he must, by all means necessary. If she wanted to marry, he would marry her on the spot. Even if she hit or scolded him, it was fine... He couldn't get any information from Maverick, so Steward made a call and asked others to find her. However, the call he had been waiting for didn't come. He couldn't help but make the call again, immediately cursing as he answered, "What are you guys doing, why haven't you found her yet?" On the other end, they were panicked, but efficiency quickly picked up, and soon the address was reported to Steward. Steward’s car was parked at the entrance of Sensual Bar, but he dared not go up. He was afraid that he couldn't keep her. He knew Harper too well. She was intolerant of sand in her eyes. She had always been decisive and efficient in her work, not dragging her feet. Only when it came to him, did she reserve herself a bit, but this reservation only extended to everything else... She wouldn’t forgive him. This realization made Steward's breath become hurried, he pulls out his phone and called Justine. "It's very late..." Before Justine could finish speaking, he heard Steward's trembling voice asking him on the other side, "What should I do?" "What?" "It seems like Harper has found out about me and Belinda, what should I do, you tell me." This caught Justine off guard, he took a while to digest, "How did she find out..." "Stop with the nonsense!" Steward suddenly couldn't control his agitation and burst out in a roar, hitting the horn as he slammed his hand on the steering wheel. After a sharp noise, Steward suppressed his voice, "You tell me, what should I do." At this time, Justine also didn't know how to advise him. In the end, he said, "As long as you're not caught red-handed, don't admit to it, never confess. Stall for time at first, then push harder, there should be a chance." There should be a chance... Steward, clinging onto these words, pushed open the door to the private room where Giselle and Harper were. The sight that met his eyes was a mess, with liquor bottles all over the table and floor. Harper was chugging from a bottle. Steward had never seen this side of Harper before; her hair and clothes were wet, she looked disheveled and dejected. Steward felt as if his heart was being crushed, a dull pain throbbing. He strained to open his mouth, his voice hoarse, "Honey."