Chasing After My Beloved Wife novel Chapter 29

Dalton noticed that the atmosphere was not right. He raised his head and grabbed Vivian's fingers with his little hand. "Mom, who is this Aunt?"

"She's someone that Dad spent money to get rid of."

Without waiting for Vivian to speak, Shawn had already given his answer. With a cold sneer, he pulled out a thick stack of money from his wallet and threw it into the boss's arms. The corners of his eyes raised evilly and his gaze swept across the big bear and wooden carving that Dalton was looking at. "Is this enough to buy this bear and that wooden carving?"

"Enough, enough!"

The boss smiled with excitement as he quickly handed over the two items. The money he received was much more profitable than selling the two items.

Shawn played with the delicate and small wooden carving in his hand. He raised his beautiful wrist and threw it far away.

The wooden carving fell to the ground and broke into pieces.

He looked at the broken pieces on the ground with disdain, turned his head, and looked at Yvon with a smile. Then he took Dalton's hand and said, "Here is the big bear that you liked."

Vivian smiled gently at Joye's pale face and said, "Mrs. Richard, I'm so sorry, we're leaving."

Joye couldn't care less about the provocation and sarcasm in her words. She watched as the family of three left with the toy. What a beautiful picture. But why did her eyes hurt so much? It was as if she was going blind. A big palm covered her eyes, blocking out the ‘beautiful’ picture. "Joye, don't look if you are going to be sad."

Hot, moist tears rolled down her eyes, and Joye’s whole body trembled. She wanted to calm down, but she couldn't suppress the pain she felt all over her body.

"Why did he do this to me?"

While she had worked hard to be Mrs. Richard, he already had a child with another woman. What a joke she was!

"Don't cry. Trust me. He may not cherish you, but there will be someone that cherishes you."

Yvon's brows tightly furrowed as he looked at the retreating figures in the distance. He no longer wanted to hide his emotions and reached out his hand to firmly hold her trembling body in his arms.

Shawn, who already walked far away, couldn't help but turn around and see the two figures hugging each other. He couldn't help but tighten his grip on Dalton. The little guy immediately shouted, "Dad, you are hurting my hand." He subconsciously let go of his hand, but his face was gloomy.

Vivian didn't say much. She gently and quietly followed Shawn back to the villa and coaxed Dalton to sleep before coming out of the bedroom.

"Although this child didn't have a good time in the amusement park, he got the toy he liked. He happily showed off his toy the whole afternoon and refused to take his nap."

Seeing that he acted as if he didn't hear anything and kept drinking one glass of wine after another, Vivian sat down with an apologetic expression and reached out to stop Shawn from drinking more. "Shawn, I'm sorry. I didn't expect to meet Miss. Leonard at the amusement park today."

He raised his head and there was a flash of anger in his evil eyes. "What does it have to do with you? Her legs are on her body. She can go wherever she wants!"

After that, he shook her hand off and filled the glass with wine again.

Vivian didn't stop him anymore. She got up and left. When she came back, she had a glass and a bottle of beer in her hand.

"If you want to drink, the only thing I can do is drink with you."

Vivian poured a full glass of beer and raised her head to gulp it down. Shawn was stunned and frowned, "What are you doing?"

"Shawn, I also want to drink. For the past three years, I had hoped to numb myself with alcohol every day."

Her fair face turned red because she drank too fast, but she didn't stop. After drinking three glasses of wine, her face turned red.

"Cough, cough!"

Seeing that she couldn't stop coughing and wanted to continue drinking, Shawn grabbed the bottle from her hand.

"Enough. Do you want Dalton to see you drunk?"

"Dalton? Do you know? If it weren’t for Dalton, I don't know how I could have survived those years. Shawn, the most regretful thing in my life is that three years ago, I didn’t dare to tell everyone that I loved you. Now, no matter how many people object and how many people try to separate us, I won't leave you!"

Vivian held her empty glass as tears welled up in her eyes. Tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes, but she wiped them away in a panic as if she wanted to restrain her emotions. But, her exquisite makeup was already ruined.

"You should hate me. I was too weak. I thought that if I left with Dalton, you would not be threatened by your family and would not be laughed at by others. But I couldn't take it anymore and I couldn't help but return."

Shawn's expression changed slightly as he remembered the night Vivian left.

"Miss. Leonard, I'm sorry. I know you and Shawn have been engaged since you were a child but I love him."

"It doesn't matter whether you love him or not. Grandpa won't accept you. You should understand that the Richard family's granddaughter-in-law should be someone of equal status. If they accept you, Shawn will inevitably be mocked in the future. Do you want him to be talked about?"

The proud Joye stood in front of the humble Vivian that had her head lowered. Growing up together, it was the first time that he hated her because of her proud look.

The next day, when he was about to tell his Grandfather that he had to cancel the engagement with Joye, Vivian had already left. Leaving behind a letter.

Seeing that the anger in his eyes was becoming more and more obvious, Vivian smiled and put down the glass in her hand. She put her arms around Shawn's waist and looked at him with tears in her blurred eyes. She seemed to be drunk.

"Shawn, it's so hard for me to restrain myself. I want to be by your side every day, so that Dalton can be like all other children, with a mother and a father. Every time I see Dalton looking at someone else's father with a disappointed expression, I hate myself. I was so weak that I lost you."

He was suddenly hugged. Shawn subconsciously wanted to push her away, but his hand froze when he heard her cries. "You're drunk."

"I'm not drunk. You don't know anything! I don't want to leave you. I didn't want to leave you three years ago, and I also don't want to leave you now. No matter who threatens me, I won't make the same mistake again. Shawn, you want me, want me! Okay?"

Vivian shook her head desperately, her slender fingers tugging at the cloth of his shirt. It was as if his gentle and calm mask had been ripped off due to pain. It was so pitiful that it made one's heart ache

Shawn's brows furrowed as he became even more annoyed. He stood up. "You're really drunk."

"No, I'm not drunk. I went abroad because Joye threatened me. I don't want you to be in a dilemma because of me! I thought she would love you and make you happy. I didn't expect her to be such a person."

Vivian's crazy drunken words pierced his heart, and his anger rose in an instant. His narrowed eyes were dangerous and cold. Joye, it's all because of you!

"Have a good sleep and sober up."

After pushing off her hand from his waist, Shawn strode out.

The door slammed shut and Vivian returned to the sofa. Her face was still red from drinking wine, but there was not a trace of drunkenness in her eyes. She looked at the closed door of the villa, sober, and a smirk appeared on her lips.

"Shawn, even if you go to Joye, you will just get angrier."