The Fifth Year of Marriage to Him novel Chapter 128

Chapter 128

Billy shouted after them. “Cedrick, what are you afraid of?”

Cedrick halted. “I’m not afraid. Maybe you should ask yourself that!”

“What would I fear?

I’ve got nothing to hide!

Now it’s my turn to question you!

Did you

throw away all those love letters I left in Lucille’s desk?”

Love Letter?

Lucille had no recollection of Billy ever writing her a love letter.

She glanced back, only to be swept off her feet by Cedrick, who swiftly carried her out of the private room.

The other classmates exchanged bewildered looks:

?

?

?

What?

Billy had feelings for Lucille?

Billy struggled against the guys restraining him. “Let me go!

I’m gonna beat that bastard Cedrick to a pulp!

That hypocrite!”

“Billy, you’re drunk. Cut it out.‘

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The classmates held firm, terrified he’d actually chase after Cedrick for a fight.

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“Why did Cedrick show up?

Who told him we were here?”

someone asked.

“I did.”

A guy raised his hand, looking miserable. “He said he came to pick up Lucille. Wish I hadn’t told him our location.”

“Why not tell him?”

Billy kept roaring. “Should’ve called him over! I’ll teach him a lesson!”

“Billy!”

“Don’t stop me!

You know how much Lucille loved dancing?

Dancing during morning exercises, after school, after evening self–study–sometimes she’d even bust a flip mid–walk! Someone so passionate about dance… then her leg got injured. Can you imagine how devastated she was? That bastard Cedrick kept lying, saying she didn’t wanna socialize. Something’s fishy–I’ll eat my hat if there isn’t!”

Billy bellowed, “Where’s Cedrick?

Where is he?

Get that bastard out here! I’ll make him talk!”

Cedrick had already carried Lucille outside.

His car sat parked roadside. Holding her, he freed a hand to open the door and settled her into the passenger seat.

When he slid into the driver’s seat, he noticed Lucille fumbling for the door handle. He immediately hit the lock.

“Unlock it. I’m getting out.”

Lucille’s head felt increasingly heavy.

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The alcohol was kicking in.

“You’re drunk, Lucille,” Cedrick’s voice icy.

“I’m not.”

She distinctly remembered voices–Cedrick calling her “darling” earlier.

Weird. He never used endearments, always her full name or “Mrs. Maynard“-and “Mrs. Maynard” usually dripped with sarcasm,

Plus, she could vividly sense Cedrick’s mood. He seemed displeased. Pfft, he’s always grumpy: Whatever!

“Cedrick, it’s hot. Let me out.”

She groped for the door.

The car’s AC had just started, still blowing warm air. Cedrick rolled down the window, letting in the night’s cool breeze.

“What did you mean back in the private room?”

His voice cut through the breeze like frost.

“Meant… what?”

Which part? She’d said plenty today.

“You said your Pumpkin Pie… won’t share it with others anymore. What did you mean?”

His hands gripped the steering wheel, eyes fixed ahead like blades.

“Mhm… won’t… won’t share with Cedrick anymore.‘

Her head throbbed, eyelids drooping.

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