Married the Sick Uncle – Just Waiting to Inherit His Fortune

Chapter 81: Chapter 81: Hugged Him All Night

Anne Sutton was completely drunk, and hugging Nathan Fawcett felt so incredibly real.

She wrapped her arms around Nathan Fawcett and shoved Vera Wells aside. "Leave me alone."

Watching this, Vera Wells cringed with second-hand embarrassment. "You’ve really got the wrong person! I’m so sorry, Mr. Linden. Please, forgive her." freewebnovёl.ƈom

Vera Wells was on the verge of tears. Anne Sutton was drunk and oblivious, but Vera, with so many people staring, just wished she could dig a hole and pull Anne in with her.

Nathan Fawcett looked at the woman clinging to him, refusing to let go, and said with a meaningful tone, "It’s no trouble. Since your friend is drunk, allow me to help you take her home."

Vera Wells was taken aback by his words. "Uh..."

She’d only been working in Veridia for a month, but she knew the new Head of the Linden Family’s reputation. Everyone said he had a foul temper and that anyone who crossed him met a terrible end.

’I never expected...’

’He would actually offer to take Anne Sutton home?’

’Is he sure he’s not planning to take Anne to some deserted place and kill her?’

What was even more shocking, however, were the people who had just finished dinner with Nathan Fawcett. They stared at him in astonishment. When they had tried sending beautiful women his way, he wouldn’t even touch them, simply having them thrown out.

Yet now, this drunk, crazy woman was all over him, and he wasn’t reacting at all.

Under the crowd’s astonished gaze, Nathan Fawcett picked up Anne Sutton and bundled her into the car.

As he pushed her in, she resisted, still clinging to his neck. He was forced to slide in after her.

The car drove off, leaving the stunned crowd behind.

Inside the car, the butler, sitting in the front passenger seat, looked at Nathan Fawcett and said, "Sir, what is she doing here?"

Nathan Fawcett gazed at the drunken Anne Sutton clinging to him. She reeked of alcohol, the stench making him frown. He couldn’t imagine how much she’d had to drink.

And yet...

She was the only one whose touch didn’t repulse him.

His mother always wanted him to marry quickly, but no matter the woman, he felt disgusted, nauseated, and wanted to throw up whenever one got too close...

It was a discomfort he found utterly unbearable.

Yet here she was, drunk as a skunk, and his body felt no repulsion toward her whatsoever.

Over the past few years, he had changed his identity and his name. He was no longer Nathan Fawcett, but Ethan Linden.

But his body, just like before, still only accepted her.

...

Nathan Fawcett gave the order, "To the hotel."

The butler nodded. "Yes, sir."

Most of the hotels in Veridia were managed by the Linden Family.

When the car arrived at the entrance, Nathan Fawcett glanced at the sleeping woman and helped her out.

She was drunk, so he got her a room and took her inside to rest.

Veridia and Westhaven were far from close. After all, since her divorce, his mother, Anna Linden, had returned to Veridia and hadn’t gone back to Westhaven in years.

He, too, could go years without seeing his mother.

It was only a two-hour flight, but it felt like a world away.

He had grown accustomed to his life here. Anne Sutton was a person from his past, and he never expected to see her again.

Nathan Fawcett laid her on the bed, then reached down and took the silver high heels off her feet.

Then, he pulled the covers over her.

’He gazed at her. He’d had a history with this woman, after all. She had even borne him a child.’

’Though her decision to abort the child had disappointed him, it was ultimately her choice to make.’

’As a normal person, she had every right to be with whomever she liked after his death!’

Remembering her relationship with Charles Prescott, Nathan Fawcett started to leave, but Anne Sutton’s arms suddenly wrapped around his neck. She hugged him, murmuring as if to herself, "Nathan, I’ve missed you!"

For years, she had felt she had wronged him terribly.

She felt guilty for not giving birth to his only child.

Even in her dreams, she was consumed by guilt for what she’d done to him.

Nathan Fawcett watched her, his eyes darkening.

’She said... she missed him?’

Just then, a knock sounded at the door.

He hadn’t locked the door. The butler stood in the doorway. "Sir."

Nathan Fawcett pried her hands from his neck, glanced at the butler, and asked, "What is it?"

The butler replied, "Today was supposed to be Charles Prescott and Mia Shaw’s engagement ceremony at this very hotel. However, the ceremony was canceled after Mr. Prescott’s grandmother arrived with Sylvia Warren and her son."

Hearing this, Nathan Fawcett glanced at the intoxicated Anne Sutton. ’So that’s why she drank so much and is now acting like a drunken fool with me?’

’She did this to herself over that man?’

’Unbelievable.’

’So, she gets her heart broken by Charles Prescott and suddenly remembers me, is that it?’

’Back then, she could have...’

’But she still chose the stupidest path.’

Nathan Fawcett said, "Close the door."

The butler glanced at him, nodded, and closed the door, leaving Nathan Fawcett alone in the room.

...

Anne Sutton woke up from a deep sleep to find she was holding someone in her arms.

’She’d been alone for years. There couldn’t possibly be anyone else with her.’

She reached out a hand to touch them. The body was warm.

’So...’

’This isn’t a dream?’

Startled, Anne Sutton’s eyes flew open, and she saw that she was, in fact, hugging a man.

Her brain felt like it had just exploded.

’Holy crap!’

’She drank too much last night. What did she do?’

"Had your fill of touching?" a man’s cold voice came from above.

Anne Sutton froze. The voice sounded incredibly familiar.

She lifted her head to look at the man before her and saw a face that left her utterly stunned.

She stared, stunned. "Nathan..."

’How can it be him?’

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’I must still be dreaming, right?’

Nathan Fawcett looked at her and reminded her coolly, "You’ve been hugging me like this all night. You can let go now."

Only then did Anne Sutton realize she was clinging to him like an octopus.

She released her grip, stared at him, and asked uncertainly, "Are you Nathan Fawcett?"

He looked so much like him, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe it. After all, Nathan Fawcett had died years ago.

Nathan Fawcett said, "I’m not. You have the wrong person."

"..." ’The wrong person?’

Anne Sutton sat up, looking at him timidly.

’Right...’

’How could it possibly be him?’

’The man before me isn’t anything like Nathan Fawcett.’

’He looks perfectly healthy, and his body is warm.’

’But Nathan... his body was always ice-cold, like a corpse!’

Anne Sutton asked, "What happened last night? I... How did I get here?"

"You were drunk," Nathan Fawcett said. "You mistook me for someone else and insisted on following me. I had no other choice but to bring you here."

Anne Sutton couldn’t resist slapping her forehead. ’Was I really that horrible?’