Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game novel Chapter 185

Madeleine picked up, and out came her sleep-heavy, impatient voice. “You better have something important to call me about during my beauty sleep, or see if I will put a bullet in your head.”

Hearing her voice, Tassach oddly felt his frustration dissipate somewhat.

“Did Ophelia suffer a lot?” he asked, voice slightly tipsy.

On the other end of the line, Madeleine groaned as she demanded, “What the hell is wrong with you, calling me dead in the night to ask me these boring questions? Don’t you have anything else going on right now? Don’t you sleep? If there’s nothing else you want to talk about, I’m hanging up.”

“No, please! I’m feeling upset right now. Will you talk to me?”

Noticing something different with him, Madeleine asked hesitantly, “Are you drunk?”

“A little bit.”

Madeleine sighed. “Tassach, I know I’m always mean to you, but still, I’ll admit that you’re a talented guy with dashing good looks. Why are you still clinging onto Ophelia when you can have any woman in the world you want? She’s married now and expecting a baby. Drinking your sorrows away like this won’t help you score any sympathy points with her; instead, it’s only going to upset her. So why are you doing this?”

Tassach spoke as a gentle breeze blew past him. “I won’t try to destroy her marriage if she’s leading a happy life.”

“Which she is indeed. With her husband caring for her, and a baby due in a couple of months, why shouldn’t she be?” said Madeleine earnestly, “and this is an image you should’ve expected to witness when you deserted her as she tried to pay off her debts four years ago.”

“Tassach,” continued Madeleine after some pause, “listen to me. Stop drinking, go home, and take a shower before getting a good night of sleep. Tomorrow is another day, and tomorrow, what you should do is to work hard, get yourself a beautiful and hardworking girlfriend, and start family with her.”

Tassach popped open another beer and chugged it all the way. Downing the entire bottle, he asked drunkenly, “Do you think there’s still a spot for me in her heart?”

Madeleine rolled her eyes. Why would she talk to this drunk son of a bitch when she could be having her beauty sleep right now?

“You’re wasted. Go home and sleep it off; you’ll be fine when you wake up.”

But Tassach started to sing instead.

Having never seen him like this before, Madeleine couldn’t help but be worried. “Are you okay?”

“No,” replied Tassach straightforwardly, emboldened by alcohol, “I haven’t been okay for the past few years. I’m always thinking about Ophelia – how’s she doing? How’d she pay off her debts? Yes, I did leave her, but I was out and about trying to help alleviate her debts. When I finally came back, she was gone. And do you know how happy I was when she got in touch with me? But before I could come to from the joy of our reunion, I was told that she was married. That was such a huge, huge blow.”

Madeleine was getting tired of him. It wasn’t a good look for a man to obsess over a lost relationship and wouldn’t move on.

Over at his end, Tassach droned on. “I love you, Ophelia, I really do. I’ve been in love with you for so many years, so why would you go off and marry some other guy?”

Madeleine was sure that he was well and truly drunk. A calm and collected person like him wouldn’t usually profess his love so publicly.

“Where are you?”

Tassach gave a rather tongue-twisting address.

“Stay there and I’ll come right over.”

Madeleine hung up the phone, got out of bed and changed into her outdoors clothes. She took the elevator to the parking lot, got into her own car, and pulled away.

It was midnight, and cars were few. It only took 45 minutes for Madeleine to drive to the riverside where Tassach was.

She got out of car, locked the door, and ran to the riverside. Tassach was sitting alone at the bank, with empty beer bottles littered around him.

Madeleine ran over with a scowl. “Hey, you there. How much have you had to drink, and why are there so many beer bottles?”

Tassach looked up at her through blurred vision. “You’re here.”

Madeleine asked, “And if I’m not, are you planning on drinking yourself to death by the river?”

Tassach reached up and yanked her wrist with force, which made Madeleine sit tumbling down by his side.

“Hey, what do you think you’re doing?” asked Madeleine mildly angrily.

Tassach let out a faint laugh. “Nothing. Just wanted to ask you to sit down and talk to me.”

He cracked open a beer and handed it to her. “Thank you, Madeleine. You’re always mean to me, but you do care, right? Or you wouldn’t have come all the way here in the middle of the night.”

“I wanted to make sure you didn’t die here and cause the police any trouble, is all,” said Madeleine stubbornly.

Tassach continued to smile. “It’s nice that Ophelia’s got a good friend in you.”

Madeleine took a sip of the beer next to him. In the light breeze, she said, “Of course! But again, Ophelia is worth all the love she’s been given.”

Perhaps it was due to the cozy riverside surroundings, but anyway, Madeleine decided to drop her previous prejudice and drink with him.

Tassach spoke with fewer inhibitions as he got drunker. “Ophelia’s life was quite miserable at the time, wasn’t it?”