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Chapter 130: SCARY NIGHT

"What?" Dillon wasn\'t sure what he had just heard was the right thing, for this thumping and ear- painful music was still reverberating in the room from the arena below, where people were dancing like mad, shaking their bodies as if they would die otherwise they would be frozen.

"I want a divorce!" Giana shouted into Dillon\'s ear so loudly that the man had to push Giana\'s body away from him, making her fall back on the sofa in the process.

However, this time Dillon was lucky, because Giana was no longer trying to stand up and cursing, the woman curled up on the sofa, hugged her knees and buried her face in between them.

Her long, loose hair, partially covered Giana\'s expression, but seeing her shoulders shaking uncontrollably, Dillon could tell that she was crying.

"Giana…" Dillon walked over to Giana and shook her shoulder gently, his voice no longer sounded angry.

The Giana he once knew was not like this. She had always been a girl with a bright and friendly personality, the type of girl who was popular in school, and indeed Giana was the most popular girl in their old school, but everything changed when the time of marriage came.

The marriage that Giana often dreamed of would end sweetly turned out to be the beginning of her destruction when she found out what Aidan was doing behind her.

"Giana, let\'s go home," Dillon coaxed her. "I will take you home."

Giana didn\'t answer, but when Dillon was about to grab her shoulders so she could sit and straighten her hair, Giana stared at Dillon with eyes filled with tears and a wounded look.

"I don\'t want to go home," she said pleadingly, and Dillon had to sigh again heavily, because he knew what this meant; accompanying Giana until she felt better, and it could be said that it was going to be a very long night.

"Then where will you go?" Dillon asked.

Giana\'s eyes wandered, scouring the entire room before refocusing on the man in front of her; as focused as someone who was drunk could. "I want to go to your apartment," she replied.

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Giana woke up with a fuzzy head and an uncomfortable feeling, she felt her mouth dry out, like she had just swallowed a handful of sand.

And when Giana tried to swallow hard, her throat seemed to be cutting painfully.

Following her instincts, Giana tried to get up and open her eyes, but a beam of light peeking from the slightly ajar curtains made her have to cover her face with her arms.

It took Giana a while to realize that she was not in her bed, not at her house to be precise.

Her unfocused eyes studied this strange room all over blankly, but she couldn\'t remember that any one of the guest rooms in her house had its walls painted light blue and a room layout like this.

And the only answer Giana could get was; she was not at her house.

"Sh*t!" Giana cursed loudly, but because her throat was having a problem, the words sounded very hoarse and indistinct.

She needed a drink beforeshe go to find out where she really is.

Without thinking, Giana removed the blanket that covered her and intended to get out of bed, but then she found something much more terrible, namely; her naked body.

No, she was not completely naked because she was still wearing her black underwear, but how could the purple midi dress she wore yesterday was just lying on the floor?

With eyes that were much more focused, now Giana immediately put her dress back on, but just in case someone she didn\'t know might walk into this room suddenly, Giana put on her clothes while still laying under the blanket and tried to pull the zipper with difficulty as she stood unsteadily.

In front of the bed, she found a mirror as tall her body and hurriedly examined her reflection on it.

However, maybe that wasn\'t a good idea, because as soon as Giana saw her reflection in the mirror, the wrinkles between her brows deepened and she scrunched her nose in disgust.

The reflection of her in the mirror was nothing like Giana Dawson\'s usual appearance, or now better known as Mrs. Smith\'s, the figure in the mirror was as terrifying as a prostitute who had just had a hard night.

The mascara shaped Giana\'s eyes like panda eyes, leaving black here and there. Her lipstick was gone and left her lips ripe, but utterly pale, and her hair…

Giana didn\'t even want to describe what her hair looked like now.

In her panic, she tugged at her hair so it would look more decent and grabbed a tissue to remove any traces of make- up that made her look even scarier than a ghost.

After Giana managed to remove her mascara, she then tried to find her handbag that she couldn\'t find it anywhere.

After ten minutes of searching and not finding it, Giana faintly heard moving sounds from behind the door. It looks like someone has woken up and started doing things out there.

And whoever it is, it must be the person who brought her back to this house.

Giana wasn\'t sure how to behave with this person. Should she thank him for allowing her to stay over and call Dillon to threaten him to shut up? Especially when she found herself half naked when she woke up?

She did not know what kind of actions she did last night with this strange man. Giana assumed this person was a man.

Her life seemed utterly chaotic.

After listening more carefully and being sure that someone had already been awake and was out there, Giana ventured to open the door to her room and tiptoed along the corridor.

Somehow, she did that just in case she would walk straight to this person, because she was not ready to meet anyone.

However, when Giana saw a familiar figure in the living room, making coffee with the coffee machine near the window, a sense of relief came over her.

"This is your apartment?" Asked Giana in a voice as hoarse as a cuckoo.

Dillon who was making coffee lifted his head and looked surprised when he found Giana was awake too.

"Morning," Dillon replied, lowering his head back and focusing on his coffee. "And yes, this is my apartment."

Giana\'s previously tensed shoulders relaxed and she walked casually to the nearest sofa, holding her head which was still throbbing painfully.

"Why am I here?" A normal question to ask and Dillon didn\'t even look at her when he answered it.

"Because you asked me to take you to my apartment," Dillon told him. "Coffee?"

Giana narrowed her eyes and looked at the figure of Dillon who was pouring coffee into his cup.

"Yes, make one more for me, please," she replied, agreeing.

Dillon then took another cup and poured coffee into the cup then brought both of them.

Dillon then sat on the sofa in front of Giana and put the coffee cups on the table between them. He looked like he\'d just woken up with puffy eyes and disheveled hair and this was the first time Giana had seen Dillon looking like this because he usually looks so tidy in a shirt and coat.

"Thanks," said Giana quietly. She didn\'t immediately drink her coffee, but instead grabbed a bottle of mineral water there to moisten her throat, which was parched like the desert of Sahara. "So, tell me what happened last night?"

Giana tried to sound casual and make this conversation as light as possible with the classic question of someone who just woke up from a big hangover and didn\'t remember anything.

Because the real question is; what the two of them might have done until Giana woke up half naked.

"You got really drunk after getting slapped by Hailee," Dillon said lightly, he glanced at Giana and found that her cheek still looked a little swollen.

Instinctively, Giana touched her cheek and felt a little pain there. Although she didn\'t notice her swollen cheek when she looked in the mirror, because her focus was on her overall appearance, which could be described as terrible…

She looked like a complete mess.

"You asked to be taken to the bar and got really drunk ..." Dillon shortened his story and told Giana that she was the one who asked to be taken to Dillon\'s apartment because she didn\'t want to go home and meet Aidan in such a state.

In this rate, Giana did not remember anything that had happened between them, except for a vague memory of herself asking not to be taken home, while she was drunk.

Dillon then spent the next ten minutes or so, telling Giana what little detail that happened afterward. About him taking Giana to the room and leave her there after he was sure that she had fallen asleep.

However, there are no details on the reason why she woke up without clothes.

"Then why did I wake up without clothes?" Giana asked without preamble and made Dillon choke on his own coffee.

He then looked at Giana with a look of horror and raised his hands. "I didn\'t do anything to you. I didn\'t strip you out of your dress, because the last time I saw you, you fell asleep fully clothed."

Giana narrowed her eyes and looked closely at Dillon, but she could not find any lies in the expression on the man\'s face.

Having known him for a long time, Giana knew that Dillon wasn\'t lying.