The Man Who Breaks My Heart (English )

CHAPTER 29 part 2

He suddenly tried to go through the door, which was still closed, or the elevator, which was still closed. That's why he kept bumping his head.

And when we found the condo unit assistant, he opened the door to the man's place with a spare key.

"Thank you." I said. "Go in, I'll leave you." As soon as I said that, he started walking inside, still swaying, but…

"f*****g s**t!" I couldn't help but laugh at him because he kept bumping his head, not even the door yet, but this jerk was already excited to go in, so he hit his head on the wall and immediately fell to the floor.

I wanted to be a giant, but he found a way to show his stupidity. It felt like I was getting revenge on him.

"Why is everybody hurting me?" I just shook my head at what he was saying.

"You were just being stupid, so don't be dramatic." I couldn't help but say it to him, he was drunk anyway, and he wouldn't remember tomorrow that I was talking to him like this, my boss.

"Get up and sleep inside, people might think you were sleeping outside your unit."

But I just heard a groan. I stomped my foot on the floor because of the time. "I still have to go home. I'm still sleepy, so get up. Don't be a burden." I took his hand to help him up, even though I felt my skin burn when our skin touched, I stopped myself from letting go because I was in a hurry.

I still had to dress this i***t because he vomited earlier, and his clothes smelled like vomit. Yuck.

"Where's your girlfriend, and why isn't she here?" I said as I pushed him inside because he wanted to go out again.

"My swwetiiee pie… my wife." I just shook my head because that's all that came out of his mouth.

I turned on the light in his unit, and I was immediately greeted by the fact that there was nothing in it. Just a long sofa and a single couch in the living room, and a TV. On the wall where the TV was, there was a painting hanging, a beach scene with a woman facing away.

He had a second floor, and if I took him there, we might both have bumps on our heads the next day because we'd both fall down the stairs.

So what I did was throw him on the sofa.

"s**t!"

"Well, I'm sorry if you bumped your head again." I said. This jerk was already closing his eyes, he really wanted to sleep. "Don't sleep yet, you smell like vomit. Change your clothes!"

"Tse!" He was about to complain. It's good that he followed what I said. He sat on the sofa, his body almost flipped over because he had no strength. I stood with my hands on my hips, waiting for him to finish so he could point out where I could get clothes. He lifted his v-neck t-shirt, but even taking it off, he was struggling. I cursed in my mind because of this man's stupidity.

I approached him to help him, and so I could go home after. "You can't even drink, but you still want to finish all the alcohol in the bar. What possessed you to drown yourself in alcohol instead of sleeping? Do you think it makes you handsome, you're just hurting your liver, boy." I kept lecturing him while taking his shirt off. It was too late for me to realize what I was saying, as if I was talking to my husband.

I looked down and gasped, Ryker was staring at me, a smile on his lips. I was so close to him. I was about to step back, but I just screamed when he grabbed my waist and I fell onto his lap.

"What the-- Let me go!" Instead of letting me go, he tightened his grip on my waist, and my eyes widened as he hugged me tightly. His head was on my chest, so my heartbeat was even louder.

"I miss you, sweetie." He said, and I couldn't stop the tears from coming out of my eyes. I also felt my clothes getting wet, and when I looked at him, I saw tears in his eyes.

I immediately stood up because I didn't like what I was seeing. He was drunk and just being dramatic. He shouldn't be pitied. I shouldn't be soft on him, because of the pain he caused me before, it wasn't enough, I should be the one to get revenge on him.

"Get up and go to your room. Change your clothes or not, it's up to you. I'm leaving." I said to him coldly.

He followed what I said, he stood up and walked towards the stairs, swaying, and I just slapped my forehead because he tripped after just one step.

He kept cursing, and I had no choice but to help him up again and take him upstairs, even though it was difficult. I didn't bother turning on the lights when we got to the room he pointed to, he walked on his own while I pushed him from behind.

I stopped pushing him, and he suddenly fell forward, it turned out that was his bed. His room was cold, so I let him lie there, he was really asleep, he was muttering something, but I immediately turned around and left the room, going home alone.