Once a Wife [English Version]

Chapter 35

TRISTAN'S head hurt when he woke up the next day. This is what too much alcohol can do.

But, unlike other men. He could still remember what happened for him to get wasted that much.

"Hey, Tristan..." It's Eugene. Okay, this part he couldn't remember now, "Coffee?" He handed him a mug of brewed coffee.

"Thank you..." He sat at the armchair beside.

Eugene smiled widely at him, "You must be thinking on how you got here, eh?"

Yes!

"Honestly, we also do. Imagine, you arrived here well when you could've met an accident on the road because of drunk driving?"

"Are you lecturing me?"

"You call this lecture? Wait till you see, Icang. She's fuming mad..." He stood up and tapped his shoulder, "Breakfast is served, might as well join us before you head out..."

"Where's Maricris?" He asked as he fixed himself.

"Morning jog," He answered, "So, why did you get wasted last night?"

Why? He could still remember.

He was invited to an auction by Allie and her husband. The night was just getting started, he met new people who wanted to invest in his business and some are potential clients.

It was getting just fine until he met this woman the same as Maricar's age.

"Hi, I'm Cora Fuentes..." She smiled sweetly, "Finally, in the flesh, Mr. Bergstrom," She offered her hand for a handshake.

She's the CEO of CFJ Food Corporation that he rejects more than twice because he really believes that she's connected to the black market, and here she is smiling at him.

He sighed and courteously accepted her hand, "Nice to meet you, Ms. Fuentes," yet when she held his hand, she pulled him inside the fire exit and pushed him against the wall.

What the hell?

"You play so hard to get, Mr. Bergstrom. Now I understand why," She aggressively attacked his lips with hers as he could already taste red wine, "Touch me..."

Fuck. This isn't right.

"Ms. Fuentes," He grabs all the strength he has to stop her but she's relentless, "I made it clear that I won't take your company as a client nor investor--"

She started to unbutton his polo and kissed his neck, "I know ---"

"And this won't change anything at all," He thought she was gonna stop but she didn't!

"And I-I'm getting married," That made her stop. Thank goodness---

"It's okay, I don't mind--" What the hell? She was about to kiss him again when he held her arms.

"It means, I can't do this... I'm sorry but..." He apologetically said, "Can my driver just drive you home?"

She stepped back and smirked. Wiped the slightly smudged lipstick off her mouth.

"It's Maricar, right?" She leaned on the wall and faced him.

His brows furrowed, "You know her?"

She evilly grinned, "Shouldn't I be the one to ask you that?" She said and advanced towards him, "Do you?"

"Ms., you're drunk. Let me ---" He was caught off guard when she pulled out her phone and showed him a photo.

It's Maricar and Dominic. In a guest house or vacation house? He couldn't say, but it was pretty clear that they are having fun.