The Divorcee Who Shines
Chapter 77 I Want To Sleep With You

Chapter 77 I Want to Sleep With You

“Ranita... I have a splitting headache... why aren't you coming to pick me up?" The man's voice camethrough in fragments, his words slurred from excessive drinking.

“You've had too much to drink..." Ranita knew that the sober Brendon would never utter suchnonsense. "If there's anything, replace Caleb!"

Ranita ended the call, but sleep eluded her completely.

Restlessly, she tossed and turned in bed, finally succumbing to drowsiness when her phone buzzedonce again.

It was Caleb calling, and his first question was urgent, "Miss Bowman, have you seen Mr. Stuart?""What happened? Is Brendon okay?" Ranita sat up abruptly, worry flooding her heart.

Caleb must be truly desperate to call her at this hour.

"After tonight's video conference, Mr. Stuart attended a private party. I went out for a drive, andwhen I returned, he was gone. I can't reach him on his phone either. I've searched several places buhaven't found him yet.”

Caleb's anxiety was palpable, which explained why he reached out to Ranita

"... He called me a while ago but abruptly hung up after a few words.”

“Miss Bowman, do you know where he is?" Caleb's question left Ranita feeling frustrated. She didn'twant to engage with someone who was intoxicated, so she simply hung up.

Now, reflecting on her actions, regret washed over her. If something happened to Brendon, shewould carry the burden of guilt for the rest of her life.

“I... am not sure either. At that time, I assumed you were with him."

Caleb sounded disappointed, "I apologize for bothering you, Miss Bowman. We will continuesearching here!”

"If you hear anything, please inform me immediately!” Ranita persisted in calling Brendon, but hedidn't answer. Just when she thought she couldn't get through, he unexpectedly picked up."Brendon! Where are you?"

All she could hear on the other end was heavy breathing.

"Brendon..."

"Uh... I'm here...” The man’s voice was hoarse and low, layered with tenderness and dependence thastirred Ranita's already unsettled heart.

"Where are you? Is someone with you? Let someone else answer the phone.” Ranita repeatedherself, and Brendon responded with a grunt before saying two words, "No one."

"Then where are you?"

“I don't know..." As soon as he said this, Ranita felt suffocated. How intoxicated was he to not evenknow his whereabouts?

“Look around for any buildings or street signs,” she suggested, but then realized something wasamiss - it was too quiet on Brendon's end to be near a road.

Could it be that he drank too much and got picked up by someone? But no, he claimed there wasno one around him...

Where on earth was this guy?! No matter how much she pondered, Ranita couldn't fathomBrendon's location, growing increasingly agitated.

“I can't see any buildings..." The man's voice softened with each sip of alcohol. His nasal tone tookon a whining quality, "There aren't any street signs either... Ranita... why don't you come pick meup?”

"My head is spinning.”

“I want to sleep with you."

Ranita was left speechless.

Let's skip the last sentence.

Brendon led a busy life, often attending unavoidable social gatherings where he occasionallyindulged in excessive drinking, leading to moments of intimacy at most. Under the influence ofalcohol, he might become a bit uninhibited, but he had always been a silent and reserved man, notprone to rambling as he was now.