downstairs.
Chapter 61
“My goodness. What happened? How did he get so drunk?” Peter hurriedly went up to assist Eric, who was being helped in.
Nicole explained, “Eric was socializing tonight, so he had much to drink.”
Eric was pale and had his eyes shut, looking thoroughly drunk. Others had flushed weeks when they drank, yet he was unique, losing colors on his face. “Quick–help Mr. Gomez up to his room!” Peter called for two maids over.
Nicole continued holding Eric up. “That won’t be necessary, Peter. We can help him upstairs ourselves!”
He nodded. “I guess we can. Thanks, Ms. Hopkins!”
The two used all their strengths to bring Eric up the stairs. Hearing the commotion, Abigail slowly groped her way out of her room.
When they arrived at the second floor, Nicole was greeted by the sight of the stunning Abigail, who, dressed in nothing but pajamas, looked utterly mesmerizing even without a trace of makeup.
Her gaze darkened with jealousy and dissatisfaction. She put herself through everything before managing to become his secretary and stay by his side. Meanwhile, Abigail, the daughter of a murderer, became a pampered young lady, living a life of luxury for several years because she found Eric. Despite going blind, he refused to divorce her. Was it because of her beauty?
When Peter saw Abigail, he quickly said, “What’s the matter, Mrs. Gomez? You can just ask for anyone’s help if you need anything.”
“Who got drunk?” She could smell a strong scent of alcohol.
“It’s Mr. Gomez.” Peter was eager to send Eric back to his room. “Mrs. Gomez, if you need anything, please call for Nancy. Anyway, I’ll send Mr. Gomez to his bedroom.”
With that, he hurriedly left with Nicole and Eric. Upon entering the room, he laid Eric on the bed.
Nicole asked, “Have Eric and Ms. Reed always slept in separate rooms?”
Peter answered, “No, they only slept in separate rooms since Ms. Reed’s eyesight worsened.”
Realizing how inappropriate he was being for disclosing that information, he smiled sheepishly and said, “Thank you for your help tonight, Ms. Hopkins. You can leave Mr. Gomez to me. Let me arrange for someone to send you home.”
She nodded with a smile. “Sure. Thanks, Peter.”
Peter made a call and then told Nicole that a driver awaited her outside. She bid farewell to him, exited Eric’s room, and halted when she passed by Abigail’s.
Slowly and softly, Nicole entered Abigail’s room. The room was dimly lit, so dark that she almost couldn’t see anything. Of course, that wasn’t an issue for Abigail.
The audiobook recording echoed throughout the room, and she saw Abigail sitting on the couch, listening attentively.
Everything in the room was exquisite, luxuriously opulent to the extreme, exactly as Nicole had envisioned for herself. Her displeasure was reignited when she looked at Abigail again.
She arrived beside her e–reader and pressed the pause button, plunging the room into sudden silence.
“Nancy?” Abigail turned her head sideways. “Is that you?”
“It’s me.” Nicole smiled coldly.
Abigail’s countenance shifted. Calmly, she said, “Oh, it’s you, Nicole. Is there something you need, considering you came into my room?”
“Nothing much. I’m just here to see you.” Nicole walked around the couch for a couple of steps, surveying the room. “Who would’ve guessed you’d be the one to enjoy this luxury?”
Abigail furrowed her brows. “What does that mean?”
“What does that mean?” Nicole sneered, suddenly leaning over to whisper in Abigail’s ear, “I spiked that drink back then. That drink was meant for me.”
