Chapter 118 - Take My Cake (1/2)

”I thought that was Finn's first birthday gift?”

”No. Well, it took a while to finish the project, but yeah. It's for Ava and you're the second person to know about it. The first one is her, of course.” Oliver tipped his glass to Maxen before drinking it, scrunching his face when it hit the back of his throat.

”I'm not shocked. Everyone's talking about how smitten you were to her, but it's weird because she rarely talks when she's around and when she does open her mouth, she comes off as snotty. Don't tell her I to—” Maxen's speech was interrupted when Oliver shot up from the sofa.

”Sweetie, are you okay?” he asked, walking in long strides to where Ava was. She was hugging the door frame, swaying to an invisible music.

”Why are you still here, Ollie? Who's with Finn?” Her eyelashes fanned as she tried to keep her eyes open.

Ollie scratched the back of his head when Ava's explicit instruction was for him to keep Finn company through the night echoed in his ears. ”He's with the nanny. Don't worry about him. How about I put you back to bed?”

”But Finn might look for me… look for us. I got him a toy. Hik! It's in the bag.”

”Don't worry about him. He's fast asleep. Do you know who's looking for you? Me. Your husband. Now let's go. The master bedroom is empty.”

However, instead of walking towards the master bedroom, Ava dragged her feet back to where her gal pals were.

So in a last ditch effort to distract Ava, Ollie asked, ”Water? Do you want water? It's in the master bedroom.”

”No, my stomach hurts. No more water. I want to sleep here. We're having a slumber party, remember? Hiiik.”

Following the direction where Ava's finger was pointed, Oliver couldn't help but scowl.

Frozen in his spot, he watched as his wife left him and went inside the bedroom where the gal pals retreated that night.

And when Ava's shadow disappeared in the darkness of the bedroom, he went back to where Maxen was and saw the guy fast asleep on the sofa while sitting down.

How on Earth could someone do that?

Turning on his heel, he mused, ”I guess the master bedroom's mine tonight then.”

He was a step away from entering the master bedroom when he turned around and checked in on the girls one last time.

Oliver popped his head in between the frame and the door and saw three ladies sharing one bed with Ava and Olivia sandwiching Emily in the middle.

He could not help but chuckle at how weird their ensemble was, for a look at their outfits were telling how the three were a bunch of mismatched friends.

Featherlight tiptoes roused Maxen from his hunched slumber, but instead of catching the person, he laid down on the sofa and caught up with more sleep.

...

Back in Shibumi Hotel, a team of housekeeping staff entered Wyatt's hotel room. And as if something they have seen the same thing before, the team went about and helped him out of his handcuffs.

”Go away,” he said in an almost whisper. His wrists were sore, and his soul was empty. He'd been thinking about Emily's smile the whole night just so he could not feel the numbing ache in his arms.

And when the staff was not fast enough for him, he roared, his voice jolting Emily outside. ”I said get the f.u.c.k out! Now!”

The staff beelined towards the door, their cart creaked as they pushed it out of the hotel room.

When the last staff stepped outside and closed the door, Emily gave them a handsome tip for their help.

She turned on her heel, wiping the tears on her face, hating herself for helping Wyatt again.