On Our Wedding Day My Husband Announced His First Love Online-Chapter 61: The Drunken Hug

"Mmph..."

My mind exploded. I almost shoved him away out of instinct, but he caught my hands. His well-defined fingers interlaced with mine, locking them tightly.

His other hand cupped the back of my neck, pulling my entire body into his embrace.

Sebastian Forrest smelled of alcohol, sharp as a blade. I tried to struggle instinctively, but he held me firmly in his arms.

Everything was like a floodgate bursting open, impossible to stop.

Just as I was about to run out of breath from his embrace, Sebastian Forrest’s lips traveled down my neck. A sudden tension seized me, and I subconsciously called out, "Senior Forrest..."

Sebastian Forrest slowly stopped, burying his face in the crook of my neck. His breath was scorching hot against my skin.

For a moment, I didn’t dare to move. It was only when I heard his breathing by my ear become even and deep that I was sure he had truly fallen asleep. Only then did I dare to gently lay him down on the sofa.

I scrambled to my feet and instinctively placed a hand over my chest. My heart was pounding relentlessly, as if it were about to leap out of my throat.

I didn’t know how things had ended up like this.

A drunken hug?

But it wasn’t like I could demand an explanation from a drunk man.

’I’ll just have to chalk it up to bad luck and pretend it never happened.’

I couldn’t help but take a deep breath. Seeing how drunk Sebastian Forrest was, I knew he wouldn’t be waking up tonight.

The problem was, he was tall and well-built. There was no way I could drag him to the bedroom by myself, no matter how hard I tried. So, I found a blanket and covered him with it. Then, worried he’d get a stiff neck sleeping in that position all night, I went and got a pillow to tuck under his head.

By the time I was done with all that, I was already covered in sweat.

I had to admit, Sebastian Forrest was a decent drunk.

He did whatever he wanted while drunk, and then passed out right after. His long, straight eyelashes were like a tired, ink-black butterfly, its wings folded as it slept soundly and peacefully...

But when I realized I was staring at his face, I quickly looked away, annoyed with myself.

Just as I was about to head back to my room, I suddenly remembered something. I stopped, turned back, and cleared the bowls from the coffee table into the kitchen.

After cleaning everything up and making sure I hadn’t left any trace, I tiptoed back to my own room.

...

Perhaps because of that drunken embrace, I inevitably had another dream that night.

It was that same dream from the banquet.

And in the dream, the leading man was once again Sebastian Forrest instead of Theodore Grant...

This time, the dream version of Sebastian Forrest was even more domineering and forceful. He looked like he was going to eat me alive...

It was a restless night.

The erotic dream vanished without a trace.

When I woke up, I shook my groggy head. ’I must be going crazy.’

’Why do I keep having dreams like this lately?’

’Once would have been one thing, but a second time?’

’It must be because Sebastian Forrest hugged me while he was drunk last night!’

I threw off the covers and got out of bed. After washing up, I made myself a simple bowl of small wontons.

After breakfast, I grabbed my bag and headed out.

But just as I pushed my door open, the door across the hall opened too. I almost retreated back inside on pure reflex...

"Morning, junior."

My movements stiff, I pushed the door fully open and forced a calm smile at him. "Morning."

Sebastian Forrest raised a hand to rub the bridge of his nose, seemingly still suffering from his hangover. When he lowered his hand, he finally looked at me. "I was drunk last night. I seem to remember you coming to see me?"

My entire back went rigid at his words.

Seeing my silence, Sebastian Forrest chuckled. "I tend to forget things when I’m drunk, so I can’t really remember if it was a dream or if it really happened..."

Hearing him say that, I secretly breathed a sigh of relief and quickly shook my head. "No, you must be misremembering."

"Good." Sebastian Forrest’s lips curved into a slight smile. "Let’s go together. It’s on my way to give you a ride to your company."

I nodded, and we walked side-by-side toward the elevators.

Once we were in the elevator, I turned to look at Sebastian Forrest. "Senior Forrest, I’m thinking of moving back to my old place. Now that Theodore Grant and I have finalized the divorce, I don’t think he’ll bother me there anymore."

"Why? Are you not used to living here?"

I quickly shook my head. "Of course not. I was only able to divorce Theodore Grant smoothly thanks to you, Senior Forrest. I just feel like I’ve been bothering you for too long and should move back."

"When are you moving?"

"This weekend. I’ve already packed everything. I just need to have the moving company come get it."

Sebastian Forrest nodded. "Alright. You can decide."

Seeing him agree so readily, I couldn’t help but wonder if I’d just been overthinking things before.

’But there’s no faking what happened in the car, when he touched my face...’

’Whatever.’

’Once I move out, we’ll see less of each other, and these thoughts will naturally fade.’

As the car drove along the wide road, I turned to look at the bright sunlight outside, and my mood lifted along with it.

Just then, however, the phone in my pocket suddenly started vibrating.

It was an unknown number.

"Hello, is this Miss Joyce? This is Dr. Cole from Kington University Hospital."

I froze for a second before quickly realizing it was my mother-in-law’s attending physician.

"Hello, Dr. Cole. Is there a reason for your call?"

I frowned slightly. I remembered giving Dr. Cole my number specifically to get immediate updates on my mother-in-law’s condition. "Is this about my mother-in-law?"

"Your mother-in-law’s symptoms are a bit strange. It doesn’t seem like a simple myocardial infarction. She’s been hospitalized for over a week, but there’s been no improvement. In fact, her periods of lucidity are becoming shorter and shorter..."

My heart clenched. I wished I could run to the hospital to see her right now.

"How is she now?" I asked hastily.

"The situation is not good."

"How could this be?" My face was a mask of disbelief. "Logically, her health shouldn’t be this poor. Even though she’s always had a weak heart, she’s been managing it carefully..."

Dr. Cole didn’t say anything more, but even so, I could tell he had something else he wanted to say.

"Dr. Cole, is there something you want to tell me?"

Dr. Cole took a deep breath. After a full three or four seconds, as if he had finally made up his mind, he said in a low voice, "I suspect your mother-in-law isn’t sick. I think she’s been poisoned..."

"Poisoned?" My voice shot up, as if I couldn’t believe my ears.

Sebastian Forrest, who had been driving, couldn’t help but turn to look at me. His sharp brows were knitted together, his expression somewhat grim.

"However, it’s just a suspicion. I don’t have any conclusive evidence. But I didn’t call to tell you this. There’s something else I’d like to ask of you, Miss Joyce."

"Please, go on, Dr. Cole."

"Miss Joyce, could you help me by checking your mother-in-law’s room? Or bring me any pills she’s taken recently. I need to confirm if she was really poisoned. If she was, we need to identify the toxin to treat her properly. Otherwise..."

Dr. Cole’s voice was heavy. "In her current condition, your mother-in-law doesn’t have much time left."