Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 195 I Can

The living room was shrouded in darkness, and Deborah was nearly scared out of her wits.

Joseph had never been to this house before, and now he even doubted whether he had come to the wrong place.

Joseph would never drink so excessively, let alone get so drunk that he would lose his clothes and lie on the ground, barely conscious.

Deborah scrambled to get up, only then remembering that when she had entered earlier, she hadn't even closed the door at the entrance. Otherwise, she wouldn't have been able to come in.

Just as the person was halfway up, the one lying on the ground suddenly stretched out a hand and unexpectedly pulled her back down.

The man, half-asleep and half-awake from intoxication, faintly asked, "Who are you?"

Outside, it was a world of ice and snow, with the cold white moonlight streaming in through the window.

The atmosphere around them seemed to be filled with a gloomy aura. As the person beneath her pulled her, Deborah could feel that his hands were ice-cold.

Deborah's body stiffened, too frightened to move.

Joseph, feeling tipsy and dazed, vaguely sensed that a thief might have entered.

He rarely indulged in alcohol, and when he drank too much, he didn't want his family or Deborah to know. So, he chose to stay in the most secluded villa.

This place is practically deserted, who else would come here besides thieves?

The lights weren't on, so it was hard to see anything clearly.

Joseph struggled to get up, and as he held onto Deborah's shoulders, he brought his face closer to take a good look at

her.

Deborah felt the icy touch of the other person's palm on her neck.

On such a dark and windy night, countless eerie scenarios played out in her mind.

She trembled all over, and it took her a while to finally speak. "1-1-1, I went to the wrong place. I'm a good person, I'll leave right away."

Joseph had too much to drink, and his eyes seemed to be covered in a layer of fog. No matter how close he got, he couldn't see the person in front of him clearly.

Now, hearing Deborah's voice in a daze, I finally reacted somewhat sluggishly to what was going on.

His face lit up with surprise and delight, "Debby, how did you come over here?"

Deborah stood still, her expression faltering upon hearing the words. Then, under the moonlight, she took a closer

look.

The person in front of me was unmistakably Joseph.

Deborah mustered up her courage before daring to reach out and touch him.

It took her quite a while to regain her senses. "Why are you so cold? I thought you were dead," she said.

Joseph's head was throbbing with pain. Seeing her frightened appearance, he shakily stood up, fumbled for the

switch, and turned on the light.

"Why didn't you turn on the light when you came in? Did you trip or something?"

Deborah got up from the ground, feeling a bit embarrassed, and defended herself, "The switch here is too hidden, I couldn't find it after searching for a long time."

Joseph turned on the light and looked at the entrance with some disbelief. "The switch is right by the door. Next time, I'll have someone install another switch outside so it'll be easier for you to find." Deborah was actually a little afraid of the dark, and she had been like this since she was a child.

As soon as evening arrived and the lights were off, her sense of direction became nonexistent.

Upon entering, she couldn't see anything as the living room was pitch black. However, she knew that if she searched near the doorway, she would be able to find the light switch.

She changed the subject. "How did you get so cold? As soon as I came in, you were lying on the ground. How much did you drink?"

Joseph was a bit tipsy, but he still remembered that Deborah didn't like him drinking alcohol.

When Ashton used to drink too much, she and Alyssa would often bear the brunt of it.

So, she had an extreme aversion to men who drank excessively, especially those who indulged in alcohol to the point of losing their senses.

Joseph denied, "I didn't drink. I was just a bit tired when I got back, and I accidentally fell asleep on the floor."

Deborah went into the kitchen to pour some water, saying, "You reek of alcohol. Do you think I'm a fool?"

Joseph hasn't lived in this house for a long time, but he called the housekeeper to come and clean it in the afternoon.

The kitchen is now spotless, with the refrigerator full of ingredients and warm dishes still in the pots.

Deborah poured a glass of warm water and handed it to him, saying, "Drink some water to help you wake up.”

Joseph took the glass of water with a slightly surprised expression and tried to defend himself, "I really only had a little to drink. Dr. Garza was in a bad mood tonight, so I accompanied him for a drink." Deborah opened the refrigerator and took out a bottle of honey.

Upon hearing this, she turned around and looked at him expressionlessly, "Before I came here, I called Dr. Garza to get the address."

Joseph hesitated, "I was wrong, I shouldn't have..."

Deborah interrupted him, "Just shut up, will you?"

She hadn't realized yet why he felt so cold.

Only now did I realize that the ground was so cold. Anyone who lay on it for a while would end up freezing like a corpse.

Joseph approached with a humble expression, "Debby, I'm truly sorry. I won't drink anymore in the future."

Deborah, with a serious expression on her face, held a jar of honey and tried to open it with all her strength.

Drinking some honey water can help sober up, and she doesn't want to talk to a drunk who's not in their right mind.

After several attempts, the bottle still couldn't be opened.

Joseph carefully reached out his hand. "Let me do it."

Deborah was feeling frustrated and had nowhere to vent her anger. Upon hearing this, she immediately snapped at him, "Do you think you can do it? You're so drunk, I bet you can't even open a bottle of mineral water!"

Joseph earnestly refuted, "Debby, I can do it."

Seeing him like this, Deborah realized he was so drunk that he had no idea what he was talking about.

Her temper flared up, and the honey jar in her hand suddenly opened.

With a clicking sound, the bottle was opened. Joseph suddenly felt a pain in his neck and instinctively lowered his head even more, not daring to make a sound.

Deborah was busy making honey water, while Joseph stood behind her, facing the wall and reflecting on his actions, not even daring to breathe loudly.

His head felt like it was about to explode, feeling heavy and unsteady on his feet. He couldn't stand properly and all he could think about was lying down right where he was.

But just one glance at Deborah's retreating figure, and he forced himself to stay still, not daring to move.

Deborah prepared the honey water but didn't give it to him. Instead, she carried the cup upstairs directly.

Joseph followed closely behind, walking in sync and silently catching up.

Deborah casually pushed open a bedroom door, and Joseph cautiously began to speak, "The housekeeper has cleaned all the rooms, so they're ready to be lived in. The innermost room is the master bedroom, and I've put all my stuff in

there."

Deborah glanced back at him, and Joseph felt as if she was about to say, "Did I ask you?"

He immediately closed his mouth.

Deborah closed the door to the open second bedroom and proceeded down the hallway to the master bedroom at the

end.

Upon entering, she walked over to the couch and handed the cup in her hand to Joseph.

"Sit down and drink."

Joseph immediately reached out to take it, bent his knee, and sat down on the couch. He picked up the glass and drank it all in one gulp. Deborah turned around, went into the cloakroom, and came out with a robe to hand it to him.

"Go take a bath, and then go to sleep."

Joseph reached out to take it, and suddenly looked up at her expectantly, "Debby, are you sleeping here tonight too?"