Page 146 of From Best Friend to Bride
Could I ever look her in the eye and just see her as my best friend?
No.
Fuck, no.
She was my wife. Mywife.
Mywife.
My. Fucking. Wife.
And I wanted her to stay that way.
This couldn’t end before I could tell her how I truly felt.
“Agh.” I rubbed my hands down my face, squeezing my eyes shut. “What the fuck do I do?”
As if the universe was giving me an answer to my question, my phone rang.
I was answering my phone. That’s what I was doing.
I frowned at the sight of ‘The Blue Tit’ on the screen and hit the green circle. “Hello?”
“My lord,” Si replied dramatically. “The countess is drunk and passed out in the staff room.”
Oh, good.
“Please come and retrieve your wife.”
Then the line went dead.
I sighed.
She really didnotwant to talk about this.
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FRED
“You weren’t in bed, were you?”
“Like you give a shit,” I said to Si, staring at Deli passed out on the sofa in the staff room. “How the hell did she end up like this? Did she start drinking the second I left?”
“No, but the moment she finished her shift, she insisted on pouring her own drinks while unloading onto me,” he replied, shuddering. “So, God knows how strong they were. You fucked up, by the way.”
“Yeah, yeah, I’m aware.” I ran my hand through my hair. “It’s just… it’s complicated.”
He clapped his hand onto my shoulder and gently squeezed it. “Yeah. I get it. Unfortunately, I don’t think you’re gonna get much of a coherent conversation out of her tonight.”
As if his words had summoned her consciousness, Delilah peeled her eyes open and stared at me. “Freddieeeee? Freddie!” She jumped up far too quickly for someone who’d just been asleep and launched herself at me.
She stumbled, and I instinctively stepped into her path and caught her.
“Whoops.” She giggled, grabbing my arms. “The floor is wobbly.”
“You’re the one who’s wobbly,” Si said dryly.
“Nooo. It’s this floor. Fix it, Simon!”
