Daddy, You Got The Wrong Mommy-Chapter 448: I’ll Go with You to Pick Her Up
His friend?
Which of his friends got too drunk at the bar?
Craig Landers?
But Craig Landers has his own bar, he shouldn’t need him to take him away, right?
Damon Hawke furrowed his brow slightly, looking puzzled.
"Don’t mind me, all of you, don’t mind me. Bring more drinks!"
A woman’s voice came through the receiver.
The voice sounded somewhat familiar.
"Miss Shaw, you can’t drink anymore, shall I get your friend to come and take you home?"
"My friend? Is it cousin? Cousin, come have drinks with me."
"..."
The woman’s drunken voice continued to ring through the call.
Damon Hawke’s eyes flickered, confirming the owner of the voice was Mary Wayde.
"Keep an eye on her for me."
Why did Mary Wayde end up drinking at the bar?
And got so dead drunk?
He didn’t really want to deal with it.
But the call from the waiter had come to his phone, so he couldn’t just ignore it.
Damon Hawke decided to let Chase Quinn handle it.
On the bed, Amelia Miles faintly overheard and asked, "Honey, who called?"
"A waiter, saying Mary Wayde drank too much."
While Damon Hawke spoke, he searched for Chase Quinn’s phone number.
Upon hearing, Amelia Miles sprang up, "So, she wants you to go to the bar to pick her up?"
"Yeah, I’m having Chase Quinn handle it."
Damon Hawke found Chase Quinn’s number, ready to dial.
Amelia Miles swiftly held his hand, "No, she’s your relative. Since she’s asked you to pick her up, it’s not right to have someone else go."
The woman’s eyes flashed with a mischievous light. Damon Hawke raised an eyebrow, pinching her delicate chin, and chuckled lightly, "So? You’re hoping I go pick her up?"
This woman had previously quarreled with him because of Mary Wayde, and now suddenly wants him to go pick her up?
Something unusual is going on!
"Yes!"
Amelia Miles nodded, "She’s your cousin, to show importance, I’ll accompany you to pick her up."
Damon Hawke: "..."
Why did he have the feeling his wife was about to do something bad?
"Wife, you really want to go with me?"
"Why, you want to go pick her up alone?"
Amelia Miles got off the bed, picked out clothes for Damon Hawke, her raised brows exuding a hint of threat.
"Of course not, I’d be more than happy."
Damon Hawke responded with a strong sense of survival.
Amelia Miles smiled with a curved lip, getting dressed.
Mary Wayde drank too much at the bar, but instead of calling anyone else, she called Damon Hawke?
This makes one suspicious that she’s hiding something!
When drunk, many uncontrollable things can happen.
Mary Wayde might intend to use drinking as an excuse to act foolishly and take advantage of her husband!
If her husband were a bit weaker in willpower, perhaps...
Mary Wayde, oh Mary Wayde, why can’t you stop thinking about other people’s husbands?
She must go meet her!
Amelia Miles thought silently, and went to Allure Bar with Damon Hawke.
Inside the bar, the once lively scene had wound down.
A few patrons still sat scattered here and there.
Mary Wayde transferred a large sum of money to the waiter who called for her, then had him keep watch for her.
Once Damon Hawke appeared, he’d come and inform her.
She was not truly drunk.
She was pretending to be drunk.
The goal was to get Damon Hawke to pick her up.
Then she’d use the drunken courage to touch him.
She didn’t believe a hot-blooded man would be able to resist.
As long as something happened between them, he would certainly take responsibility for her!
Mary Wayde’s calculations were loud in her mind, waiting proudly in the booth for his arrival.
Half an hour later, the waiter hurried over to inform her, Damon Hawke had arrived.
Mary Wayde quickly took another gulp of alcohol, leaning on the table pretending to be drunk.
Damon Hawke walked in, looked around, and headed for Mary Wayde’s table.
Amelia Miles purposely fell a step behind, wanting to see Mary Wayde’s reaction.
"Is it Mr. Hawke? You finally came, Miss Shaw is drunk."
The waiter dutifully performed his last task.
Damon Hawke waved to signal he could leave.
"Sylvia, wake up."
Hearing Damon Hawke’s voice, Mary Wayde was secretly delighted.
She whimpered a sound, pretending to be drunk, raising her eyes.
"Eh, cousin, why are there two cousins? Hmm, let me have a good look."
Mary Wayde used the excuse of being drunk, reaching out to hug Damon Hawke.
Behind Damon Hawke, Amelia Miles was observing intently, then swiftly pulled Damon Hawke to her side.
Mary Wayde didn’t see Amelia Miles appearing and in her attempt to hug ended up embracing air, unsteady on her feet, forward and fell to the ground, almost a face plant.
"Ouch."
Mary Wayde called out in pain, raised her head while grimacing.
Just as she pretended to be aggrieved, upon seeing Amelia Miles appear, her face changed again and again.
Amelia Miles!
How did she come too!
Amelia Miles looked at Mary Wayde’s face like she was constipated, feeling a light sneer internally.
But on her face, nothing betrayed her; she pretended concern as she stepped forward.
"Sylvia, why did you drink so much? Can you still stand up?"
Mary Wayde secretly gritted her teeth, yet had to maintain the drunken demeanor.
"Eh, sister Elly came too? Hmm, I really drank too much, cousin, give me a hand."
She drank so much but still knew to ask her cousin to help her up?
That acting was really clumsy.
Amelia Miles chuckled inwardly, yet kept her face smiling, glancing at the bodyguard she brought with her.
"Your cousin just got up from my bed, probably a bit weak. Little Zhang, quickly help Miss Cousin up."
Damon Hawke: "..."
When was he ever weak?
Wife, did you have to tarnish his reputation before outsiders!
The bodyguard obeyed, going over to help Mary Wayde.
Mary Wayde was secretly annoyed, slapped away the hand the bodyguard extended.
"Get away, I don’t want you to support me. Cousin, support me."
The woman pouted with red lips, putting on a delicate and coy act.
Damon Hawke ignored it, watching for Amelia Miles’s next move.
Amelia Miles raised an eyebrow, picked up a nearby glass of ice beer and fiddled with it.
"Honey, I think Sylvia really is drunk, should I pour some cold water on her to sober her up?"
The woman glanced at the glass in her hand, casually asked.
The meaning was clear, if Mary Wayde kept feigning drunken foolishness, she might get drenched in ice beer.
Damon Hawke found it amusing, but his face remained calm.
"Well...."
"I, I’ll get up myself."
Mary Wayde’s face changed rapidly; seeing Amelia Miles seemingly about to pour beer on her, she quickly crawled up off the ground.
Damned Amelia Miles, why so many twists and turns!
Amelia Miles placed the ice beer back, her lips curved in a slight smile, stepped forward to support Mary Wayde.
"Sylvia, since you don’t want Little Zhang supporting you, I’ll do it. Careful watching your step, how about staying at my place tonight?"
Stay at her place?
She couldn’t want more!
But why did she suddenly turn so warm towards her?
What exactly was her game?
Mary Wayde looked suspiciously, but the thought of living with Damon Hawke made her happy inside.
Damon Hawke followed lazily behind the two with the bodyguard, slightly raising his brow.
He was also curious why his wife wanted to bring Mary Wayde home!
