Billionaire's Regret: Losing Me And Our Son - Chapter 94: Chapter 94

"Quinn!" I gasped, my voice sharp with shock. He pulled me close, holding me tightly against him. I couldn't tell if he was still drunk or just losing his mind.
He dipped his head, his cold lips brushing against my ear as he whispered, "Natalia, let's get married again."
It felt like a sucker punch to the chest. I froze, my breath catching as my eyes went wide.
I tilted my head up, meeting his hazy, unfocused gaze. He was completely drunk, no doubt about it, and now he was spouting nonsense.
I didn't know whether to laugh or be annoyed. Taking a deep breath, I pushed him away, my voice sharp. "If you're going to act crazy, do it at your own place."
Behind me, he let out a weak laugh, low and bitter. "You're regretting it, aren't you?"
I stopped in my tracks, his words making my stomach flip. Regretting what?
For a moment, I was back to that last drunken conversation we'd had, the one I couldn't completely forget.
"Regret what, Quinn?" I asked, turning just enough to look at him. He only ever opened up like this when he was drunk, so I figured I might as well listen.
Quinn narrowed his eyes, his gaze swimming with something between sadness and frustration. "Three years ago, you promised me you'd always stay by my side."
My chest tightened as the memory hit me like a freight train. Three years ago, I'd stood in front of him, so full of hope and determination.
"Quinn, I like you," I had said back then, smiling so brightly it probably hurt. "I know you don't feel the same now, but it's okay. I'll wait. I'll do whatever it takes. Someday, you'll love me too. I believe that."
Looking back, it was almost laughable.
"That was forever ago," I said, forcing a shrug like it didn't bother me. "What's there to regret? It's all in the past."
I turned away, pretending his words didn't dig into old wounds, pretending it didn't hurt at all.
Honestly, I felt a little embarrassed just thinking about how naïve I used to be. Back then, I'd convinced myself that one-sided love was the purest kind of devotion. What a joke.
After I said that, Quinn stayed quiet.
I turned to check on him and saw his eyes were closed, completely knocked out again. Typical.
The next morning, I woke up and figured I would make some breakfast for Quinn. But when I walked into the living room, the sofa was empty. At some point, he had woken up and left.
Fine by me. Saved me the trouble. Too lazy to cook, I got ready for work and decided to pick up something on the way.
When I got to the office, it didn't take long for me to notice Raelynn at her desk, still wearing the same outfit from last night.
"Wait a second," I said, grinning. "Don't tell me you didn't go home last night? Tell me everything!"
Raelynn's cheeks flushed immediately. "It's not what you think!"
She was always so composed, but the moment it came to her love life, she turned into a bundle of nerves.
I leaned on her desk, smirking. "Really? And what exactly do you think I'm thinking?"
She squirmed, trying to explain. "Everyone stayed out late, and I got a little too drunk. Mr. Bird didn't know where I lived, so he let me crash at his place. That's it! I slept in the guest room."
"Oh, I see." I nodded dramatically. "So, he brought you home."
Raelynn's face turned scarlet. "I'm going back to work! You're impossible!"
Later that afternoon, Finn showed up at the office.
"Ms. Hinton," he said, all business. "Mr. Madden has requested you come to the winery. I'm here to take you."
I blinked at him, confused. The winery? For what?
Then it hit me. "Wait, don't tell me he thinks he didn't drink enough last night!" I groaned, the memory of Quinn's drunken mess still fresh. "Tell him I don't get paid to babysit him while he drinks."