Please Come Back, Honey! novel Chapter 117

Chapter 117

The three gathered at the bar that belonged to Zachary. The first thing Zachary did was ask Trevor, “Do you need me to give you some tips?”

Trevor poured himself a glass of wine and asked, “What tips?”

Zachary spread his hands speechlessly. “How to win Emma‘s heart, duh.”

Trevor huffed angrily upon hearing that. “She and Wesley are together! How am I supposed to pursue her? Are you saying that I should be a mistress?”

Raymond, who just had a sip of wine, was so surprised by the word “mistress” that he spat out the wine.

When comparing Trevor‘s image and status to the word “mistress“, Raymond could not help laughing out loud.

“Who said you‘ll be a mistress? You just have to express your feelings first. Besides, you can still get a divorce after getting married, right?” After Zachary said that, he realized he just poured salt over Trevor‘s wounds.

Before it was too late, he quickly tried to save himself. “What I mean is... they might not last long...”

Although he managed to explain himself, the words “you can still get a divorce if you are married” still pierced Trevor‘s heart.

It wasn‘t until this moment that he realized that even if a person got something and took it for granted, took something for granted, they would end up losing it sooner or later.

Noticing Trevor‘s pale face, Zachary quickly urged, “Bottoms up, gentlemen! Let‘s stop talking about all this crap!”

While saying that, he snatched the wine glass away from Trevor and handed him a bottle of freshly squeezed juice.

Although they loved to bicker with each other on usual days, they were aware of how important they meant to each other. Since Trevor‘s gastritis recurred and was recently discharged from the hospital, Zachary did not offer him any alcohol.

Trevor took a sip of some fruit juice and thought it was not thrilling enough.

At this moment, his mood could only be relieved by the burning sensation of alcohol gliding down his throat.

Pushing the juice aside, he reached for the bottle and poured himself a glass.

Raymond, who was beside him, kicked him and warned, “No alcohol for you. If you get sicker, no one will want you anymore.”

Trevor was rendered speechless.

Was he now a character that Emma despised? Was he no longer the aloof person who never took Emma seriously?

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Zachary agreed, “Exactly! Are you worthy of Emma‘s meticulous care for you over the years?”

As the two teamed up to persuade him, Trevor gave up.

Zachary and Raymond looked at each other silently, sighing helplessly in their hearts.

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At the mention of Emma, Trevor stopped drinking, but he still refused to believe that he cared about her.

How long was he going to put this act up?

After the three of them got together and chatted, they went home, but Trevor was in a state of insomnia all night.

When he thought about Emma and Wesley together, holding hands, doing more intimate things in the future, he sprang up from the bed.

After tossing back and forth several times, the sky turned bright.

He simply got up, changed his clothes, and went out to exercise. He wanted to use jogging as a way to release the excessively turbulent emotions in his mind.

After running, he went home and washed up. Just as he felt a little lighter, Christopher called.

He picked it up and heard Christopher roar at the end, “Get over here right now.”

Christopher was furious upon hearing that. “Are you still in the mood for breakfast?”

He could not fathom why his grandson still had the appetite to eat under such circumstances as the former was already hitting the roof.

With the same expression, Trevor uttered, “I‘m still recovering from gastritis.”

The implication was that he had to eat breakfast.

Christopher grilled his teeth and turned his head away, telling himself over and over again that Trevor was his biological grandson.

The housekeeper also asked Christopher, “Old Mr. Christopher, why don‘t you eat together?”

Christopher roared angrily, “No!“.

At the huge dining table, Trevor was the only one eating elegantly.

Christopher was so upset that he stomped over and sat down opposite him. Through clenched teeth, he grunted, “You could bave won her heart back over a year after your divorce. Even a person of my age knows what to do. You could just go all in and pursue her since she already has feelings for you. It‘ll be easy for you to win her heart. But look at you! Do you still think you‘re a young master who stands tall and aloof, assuming that she won‘t be able to live without you? Are you still waiting for her to come back and beg you to take her back?”

Christopher continued roaring angrily, “Well done, Trevor! She‘s not gonna wait for you anymore. She went for another man instead! Go and bawl your eyes out!”

However, Trevor replied indifferently, “When have you ever seen me cry?”

“Stop being stubborn. There will be a day when you cry your eyes out.” Christopher was just saying things out of anger, but he didn‘t expect that it would come true one day.

Seeing that Trevor was about to finish his meal, Christopher suddenly suggested, “Should I take you to a fortune teller?”

Trevor raised his eyebrows and inquired, “For what?”

“To see if you and Emma still stand a chance,” replied Christopher.

He expected Trevor not to believe in superstitions, but his grandson put down his cutlery, thought about it, and agreed, “Okay.”