A Crazy One-night Stand

Chapter 2: Was She Drunk?

Alina parked her car outside an empty clothing store. No matter what happened, she had to clean

herself up before returning home. Otherwise, what sharp words would her mother say?

For the past three years, it was like a battlefield at home. Every day, she had to endure her mother's

endless scolding.

Alina was worn out when she arrived home. She was just taking off her shoes as her mother's tirade of

abuse started.

"Alina, where have you been all afternoon? Have you forgotten that you still have a home? Finally

willing to come back now? I thought you were dead from a car accident just like your father."

"Mom..."

"Do you still acknowledge me as your mother? Do you even care about me? I have pleaded for you to

marry as soon as possible but you disobeyed me. Now, you are fooling around the whole day. What,

are you trying to make me die of anger?"

"Mom, please..."

"Don't call me that. I am not your mother. I can't believe that I have a daughter like you!"

Alina gave up and sighed. She returned to her room and laid on the bed.

Her mother was still raging in the kitchen, "Useless girl, other young women either have a successful

job or get married after graduation so that their families will have a good life. Unlike you, why are you

earning so little every month? I have to be careful with how much I spend on groceries, and your

brother could only choose the cheapest car. Furthermore, this tiny house is not even ours but a rented

one. Why aren't you getting married now that you are already 24 years old? Are you going to leech off

the family for the rest of your life? Why is my life so hard..."

Alina couldn't take it anymore. She took the pillow and covered her head with it.

Rosie Jones, her friend had suggested that Alina move out, but she was hesitant. Her salary was

meagre and besides that, her mother and brother were her only relatives. However, her mother's abuse

had only worsened by the day, Alina did not know how long she could stand it.

Her thoughts wandered to what her mother had said to her last month, "Alina, give me a definite

answer. When are you going to get married? You are already 24 years old, you can't afford to be picky.

I am telling you, I don't care who you marry, as long as they can pay for your dowry. If you continue to

be stubborn, nobody is going to marry an old maid like you."

"Heh, it was all for the sake of money after all," she scoffed.

Alina had tried asking her mother how much she expected for Alina's dowry. Her plan was to fake her

marriage by paying up the dowry and then move out. She had some savings and she could borrow

some money from Rosie.

However, her mother had asked for one million dollars for her dowry.

She couldn't help but think of the cheque given to her three years ago. She had donated all five million

dollars to charity. She didn't want her pure love to be contaminated by money, but her mother thought

otherwise. Her mother humiliated and hated Alina since then as if she was an enemy.

Was she wrong in doing so? This is the property of Nô-velDrama.Org.

In the president's office of Scott Mansion.

Simon Thompson came in with a pile of documents and asked Wilson Scott, his boss, to sign them.

As soon as Simon came in, his eyes couldn't help but be drawn to Wilson's face.

Wilson's face darkened and he said coldly, "Have you stared enough?" The woman last night was

really savage. She kicked him from the backseat of the car and left his face in scratches. What would

people say if he tried to explain himself? Thinking of this, his face became even darker.

"Ahem, Mr. Wilson, I will report to you the schedule in the afternoon. At one o'clock, there is a strategic

deployment meeting that you need to attend in person. At two o'clock, you have an appointment with

Mr. Harry. At four o'clock..."

"Postpone the meeting with Mr. Harry!" Wilson interrupted.

Simon nodded. "Okay. Is it because of your face, Mr. Wilson?"

Wilson raised his head and glared at Simon. If looks could kill, Simon was already dead.

"Well, Mr. Wilson, I'll take my leave as I have something urgent to attend to." Simon quickly left the

office.

Wilson huffed and signed the documents. At this moment, his cell phone rang. It was Jayden Lewis

calling to report his findings. His efficiency was beyond question.

Wilson smirked, his appearance bloodthirsty. No matter who it was, he better be prepared to withstand

his anger.

He strode out of the office and drove to Jayden's house.

Screech—

Wilson slammed on the emergency brakes and frowned. This woman again! Why was she here? She

didn't even use the zebra crossing. Was she looking for death, just because she lost her virginity?

...

He couldn't understand it. Was the first time really important to women?

The woman was stumbling across the street unsteadily.

Wilson got out of the car and strode towards the woman. He grabbed her arm and asked coldly,

"What's wrong with you?"

The woman shook her head. She struggled to open her eyes to see who was in front of her. When she

managed to see clearly, she recognized him and pointed a finger at him angrily. "Scumbag!"

"Are you drunk?" Wilson frowned again. He did not smell any alcohol on her.

Suddenly her body went limp as Wilson caught her in his arms.

"Wake up!" Wilson tried to awaken her. She seemed to be running a fever as her body was burning up.

He quickly carried her to the car and drove to the hospital. Was she sick because of what he had done

yesterday?

In the car, it was silent. Wilson peeked at Alina who was quietly lying on the spacious backseat. She

seemed to be asleep even though her cheeks were blushed red.