Chapter 184

Hearing this, I couldn't help but sigh. "Alright, I'll call him now."

I dialed the number, and Royce picked up quickly. His voice was a bit raspy.

"How many days have you gone without sleep?"

"It's fine. I've been going over your company's financial reports. I can handle it. How are things on your end?"

I knew he was asking about my divorce, but at that moment, I found it hard to speak, as if admitting it would make my single status official. It felt strange.

"I..."

"I got divorced, Royce."

There was silence on the other end, making me feel anxious and nervous. I cleared my throat. "Thanks for your help during this time. Without you guys, I wouldn't have been able to go through with the divorce."

"Especially you. You've been a great support..."

As I spoke, I realized something was off. In the context of my divorce, my words sounded like a confession.

"I just wanted to say thank you."

I quickly hung up the phone.

Savannah couldn't help but laugh at me. "Caroline, what did Mr. Castillo say to you? Why is your face so red?"

I cleared my throat. "He didn't say anything. Let's go eat. Stop talking about him."

I couldn't stand Savannah's teasing gaze any longer and pulled her outside.

Savannah suggested, "How about we call Kathy and have her join us? Just the two of us isn't much fun. Joy should be shared."

I nodded, agreeing with her.

Savannah called Kathy, who quickly responded, "Okay, okay, I'll be there soon. You guys pick a place."

At this hour, there weren't many restaurants still open. Only a few roadside stalls had their lights on. We decided to go there.

Finding a place to eat was good enough; we didn't need to be picky about the environment.

Kathy arrived quickly, and we ordered some barbecue and beer, sitting at a table by the roadside.

The only sounds were the whooshing of cars and the occasional streetlight flickering. But I felt a strange sense of freedom.

Soon, the beer was served. I poured some into our glasses and raised mine.

"Today is a good day. I'll make an exception and have some beer. The environment may be simple, but it can't dampen our happiness."

They raised their glasses with me. I said, "From today on, I'm free. No more Brandon, no more Jordan family."

"My life will be filled with happiness from now on."

We clinked glasses and downed our beers in one go.

I felt a sense of relief and lightness.

Under the clear night sky, we drank one glass after another by the roadside.

Eventually, Savannah, still somewhat sober, decided to get us home.

I looked at Kathy with bleary eyes. She was throwing up, and I grabbed her. "Caught you, Kathy. You're throwing up. You need to be punished."

Kathy glanced at me. "Who's throwing up? Not me. Punish me if you want. I'm not afraid."

Savannah handed me a bottle of water. I opened it and held it out to Kathy. "Drink."

Kathy took a sip and smacked her lips. "Why doesn't this beer have any taste? Is it fake?"

"No taste?"

I didn't believe her and took a sip myself.

"You're right, it has no taste. Did the owner trick us? Let's go find him."

Savannah sighed and pulled us back. "You're drinking water. Of course, it has no taste."

"We're done here. Let's go home."

"If you keep this up, I'll call someone to deal with you."

I looked at Savannah. "This beer has no taste, and you won't let us find the owner. He must have tricked us. I won't let anyone trick me."

Kathy nodded and followed me.

Savannah sighed and made a couple of phone calls.

I looked at her. "Did you call the police? We need to catch him for selling fake beer!"

Savannah said, "You'll see who I called in a moment."

Soon, two black cars pulled up in front of us.

Royce got out of the first car, followed by Simon.

Seeing them, Savannah breathed a sigh of relief. "Mr. Castillo, Simon, thank goodness you're here. I can't handle these two drunkards."

I felt Savannah push me, and I fell into a broad chest.

"Who? Who pushed me?" I asked, confused.

Royce sounded exasperated. "How much did you drink?"

Savannah nodded. "Mr. Castillo, Caroline is all yours. Simon and I will take Kathy home."

I felt someone help me into a car.

Sitting on the soft seat, I thought I was already home and on my bed, so I took off my shoes and socks and started to sleep.

When we arrived, Royce reluctantly put my shoes back on.

In my sleep, I felt someone touching my feet, and I kicked out. "Brandon, get lost! Don't touch me, you jerk."

"We're divorced. If you touch me again, I'll call the police."

I heard a deep voice in front of me. "Open your eyes and see who I am."

I groggily opened my eyes and saw a tall figure in front of me.

It definitely wasn't Brandon. He had let himself go after we got married, gaining quite a bit of weight. Although he was still better than most, he didn't have the physique of the person in front of me.

I reached out and touched the muscles on his shoulder. They were firm and strong, clearly from regular workouts.

"Who are you, handsome? Why are you taking me home?"

The handsome man sighed. "Take a good look at who I am."

I stared at Royce for a while. "Royce?"

He nodded, satisfied. "At least you're not completely out of it. Since you recognize me, come with me."

I nodded and watched as he knelt down to patiently put my shoes and socks back on, then helped me out of the car.

He held my hand and led me forward. I looked around, confused. "Where are we?"

"My place."

I nodded and continued to follow him.

He took me to a room and pointed to the bed. "You can sleep here tonight. If you need anything, let me know."

I was still groggy but remembered I needed to shower before bed.

"Where's the bathroom? I need to shower."

He sighed and pulled me back. "You're drunk and want to shower? You might not make it out of the bathroom. Just sleep like this tonight."

He carried me to the bed and covered me with a blanket.

I looked at him, feeling a bit wronged. "Who are you? Why won't you let me shower?"

Royce chuckled softly. "I'm Royce, remember? And I'm not letting you shower because you're too drunk. Just sleep it off, okay?"

I pouted but nodded, feeling too tired to argue. "Fine, but you owe me a shower tomorrow."

He smiled, tucking me in. "Deal. Now get some rest."

As I drifted off to sleep, I felt a strange sense of comfort knowing Royce was there.