A Wound that Never Heals
Chapter 148

Chapter 148

Chapter 148 Do You Have an Extramarital Affair?

They were so close, and Darlene subconsciously retreated. “Mr. Walpole, you drank too much. Youshould rest.”

Gustave’s gaze fell on her. He was a little dazed, but his voice was still clear.

“Everything can be settled. Aurora, don’t secretly take it alone because you are afraid of being a burdenon me. You were the one who stayed with me twelve years ago. Now, it’s my turn to go through it withyou.”

Even if it was about death, he would definitely stay with her.

He continued in a low voice, “I can help you, and I am willing to help you. But you have to stay here andtrust me.”

Darlene nodded. Her heart, which had been cold in the past, seemed to have warmed up a little becauseof expectations.

“Alright, I won’t leave. Thank you. I used to think that living was too boring for a long time,” she saidfirmly.

“But now, I suddenly feel that I can actually give it a try. Perhaps life isn’t completely hopeless.”

Gustave patted her shoulder and lowered his gaze to look at her with affection.

“Aurora, I’ve been missing you all these years. No one has been nice to me, and no one has cookedsuch delicious spaghetti as you did.”

He had hired many maids, and he had also eaten a lot of food in the restaurant.

Darlene’s cooking was indeed good, but it was not the best.

But it was different. Those people cooked for money or with purpose.

But the ten–year–old Aurora cooked with a stool under her feet. She would cook spaghetti in the narrowkitchen of the orphanage because Gustave, who was disfigured and did not want to go to the canteen toeat, was hungry.

Outsiders said that Gustave was ruthless, but in fact, he remembered everything better than anyoneelse.

As he approached, Darlene felt his breathing. Something between them seemed to

change silently.

It was only when Gustave’s face was very close that she suddenly came back to her

senses.

Gustave had drunk too much, but she did not. She was very sober.

She quickly reached out and pushed him. In a moment of panic, she directly escaped under his arm andopened the door of the bedroom.

The servant who had just brought the things up saw the suddenly opened door and Darlene’s flushedface. She probably guessed something and immediately turned to

leave.

“I suddenly remembered that the soup needs to be warmed up again. I will send it to Mr. Walpole later.”

Darlene walked out and stopped her. “Take it in. Mr. Walpole hasn’t slept yet. I’ll go

back to my room.”

When the servant turned around, Darlene had already gone to the bedroom on the other

side of the corridor.

Only then did the servant bring the soup in. She thought that it was not the right time to come. If she hadknown earlier, she should have asked Darnell to send it. Darnell earned a lot, so it did not matter if hissalary was deducted a little.

Darlene did not sleep well that night. At night, she was always thinking about the moment Gustaveapproached her. Am I really sick? So I keep thinking about him.

She had just tried not to think about those things, but then she thought of what Avery told her that shecould not solve the problem even if she found Braylen.

After thinking about it, she felt that the matter was not so simple. She could only wait for Gustave to bringthe other contract to Braylen and let Braylen sign it tomorrow.

Then, there should not be any problems.

After midnight, she finally felt sleepy, but her heart ached again.

She

got up

and took the medicine. When she sat up, the pain in her heart would lessen a little, and she sat on thesofa for more than an hour.

After a while, and when she lay down again, the sky was already bright and she could

not fall asleep.

When it was morning, there was a knock on the door outside. Gustave’s voice came. “Are you awake?”

Darlene immediately got out of bed and replied, “I’m awake.”

He continued, “I heard from the servant that Avery came here in the morning. I am going to the company.Why don’t you come with me? He might come here again.”

Darlene responded, “OK“. She hurriedly washed up. She went downstairs to have breakfast and thenwent to the Walpole Group with Gustave.

**

The drama series, “Star and You“, also began to shoot. Gustave said that he would take her to thecompany in the morning and take her to the crew in the afternoon to take a look for a walk.

The temperature in the late autumn of Baltimore had been dropping fast in the past few days. Because ofthe cold wave, it was drizzling in the morning, and the temperature was close to 32 degrees Fahrenheit.

Darnell had already gone out to buy a lot of things for Darlene, such as a scarf, mask, hat, and gloves. Itwas because the doctor said that Darlene should keep warm and avoid catching a cold.

Gustave asked her to put everything on. Other than her eyes, she covered her entire body.

before she went out.

When she arrived outside the company, it was very cold outside. When Darlene got out of the car, therewas a layer of sweat on his forehead.

Gustave was answering the phone. When Darlene followed him into the company, a group of reporterswith microphones and cameras suddenly rushed out and surrounded

Darlene.

A female reporter from the front rushed to speak first. “Mrs. Gallard, Mr. Walpole, can we do a shortinterview with you?”

Darlene looked at the group of people who had blocked her way. The title of “Mrs. Gallard” sounded alittle unfamiliar to her.

In the years that she had been married to Avery, she had never heard anyone call her

that.

It was also because of this address that she could sense that this group of reporters had obviously comewith ill intentions.

When Gustave heard the commotion behind him, he immediately hung up the phone with a gloomy face.He turned around, grabbed Darlene’s arm, and pulled her behind him. He looked at the reporters with astern gaze.

“What are you doing? Who gave you the right to interview and shoot without permission? Hurry up andput it away.‘

Darnell, who was following at the side, immediately stepped forward to stop them.

This had never happened before. The reporters in Baltimore knew that Gustave did not like to beinterviewed, especially when it came to private matters. The reporters blocking him in private wouldobviously make him very disgusted.

However, this group of reporters who suddenly appeared in front of him did not show any fear andretreat. Instead, they bombarded him with questions.

“Mr. Walpole, we found out that you had a close relationship with Ms. Bullock a while. ago, but there wasnews from the hospital that Ms. Bullock was sent to the hospital yesterday, and she was suspected tohave suffered a blow and tried to kill herself.

“What do you think of this matter? Is it related to your relationship with Mrs. Gallard?”

“Mrs. Gallard, you and Mr. Gallard are still a couple, but you are living together with Mr. Walpole. Isn’t itinappropriate?”

“If it is because your relationship with Mr. Gallard broke up, or Mr. Gallard did something bad to you, whydidn’t you choose to divorce first? Instead, you chose to be so close to Mr. Walpole while maintaining amarriage relationship with Mr. Gallard?”

Gustave’s expression was cold. “Which media is it? Darnell, go check the reporter’s certificate and askthe security guards to come over.”

A reporter wearing a mask directly turned on the live broadcast and continued to ask sharply, “Mr.Walpole, we are just simply interviewing you, and it is also based on the known facts.

“If we are wrong or misunderstood, you can point it out. There is no need to kick us out,

right?

The group was in chaos. Darnell stepped forward to stop the reporters with a cold face. The securityguards in the company had not come out yet.

Darlene stood behind Gustave. She did not know which reporter was pushing her, but she staggeredback a step.

Because she felt a little hot when she got out of the car, she took off the scarf halfway. After her bodywas pushed, the scarf fell to the ground.

The cold wind suddenly blew into her clothes from her neck, and there was a buzzing sound in her ear.In the noisy crowd, her face began to turn pale.

Looking at the opposite street, she saw the parked black Maybach. It was far away. She could not seeclearly, but she knew very well that it was his car.

Avery, who was sitting in the back seat of the car, looked at Darlene, who was standing

in the cold wind.

She was wearing thick clothes and a hat, but she still looked very thin, as if she could fall down with ablow of the wind.

His palm tightened, and when he looked over, his voice sounded a little confused.

“Why did she come with him?”