The Billionaire's Regret

Chapter 134

A loud clatter of sounds could be heard. The bottles and glasses on the glass table in front of them shattered instantly. Glass shards flew everywhere, even landing on the gentry’s faces. Drops of blood slid down his cheek from the wound. The private room was deafeningly quiet and piercingly cold. The young gentry’s face turned pale as he witnessed this scene. He couldn’t say anything else because he already knew he’d said the wrong thing and enraged Wyatt Reed! Wyatt’s eyes were swollen with blood. His body exuded a terrifying cold as he stood up and glared ruthlessly at the gentry from a condescending position. “Who are you to bring up her name?!” Wyatt’s voice was oppressive and cold. He took a step forward and kicked the gentry in the body without saying anything. The gentry huddled up in pain and remained motionless, but cold sweat trickled down his brow. The people around did not dare to defend the gentry. They were only able to socialize in this circle because they were all wise enough to suck up Wyatt. “Wyatt…” Duke rushed over to Wyatt and stopped him. “Slow down!” He then turned to face the others. “Guys, Wyatt’s had a little too much to drink. Leave this to me; you can go first.” Naturally, everyone agreed and said their goodbyes. They even transported the half-dead gentry with them. The private room was a complete shamble. Only Wyatt and Duke remained. Wyatt tried to resist the urge to murder someone. The veins on his brow were bulging, and his entire body was tense and stiff. Duke approached him, patted him on the shoulder, and pushed him into his seat. He quickly summoned help to clean up the mess and ordered a variety of expensive alcoholic beverages. “I’m sure you’ve come here to drink. Please help yourself.” Duke poured a full glass for Wyatt and drank some himself. Wyatt sat there, chugging the glass of booze. Although the liquid burned his throat, it gradually

relaxed his body. His shoulders trembled slightly as he buried his head in his knees. “She almost died because of me, and I had no idea.” It turned out that he knew nothing about a lot of things. He even treated her horribly during their three years of marriage, which must have been a source of great despair for Ivy. He even kept pleading with her to forgive him. ‘Ivy probably despises me to no end, right?’ His heart felt as if an unseen force was viciously clenching it. It was excruciatingly painful. Wyatt admitted that when he found out she almost drowned in the pool as a result of him, his heart broke. He despised himself a lot. ‘Why didn’t I think twice about who it was when I was told to go to the pool?’ ‘How come I was so late?’ ‘How come I didn’t remember Ivy’s face?’ ‘How come I had the chance to marry her but didn’t cherish her?’ However, there was no way for them to restart from scratch. Ivy would no longer turn a blind eye to anything for him. Duke was baffled by Wyatt’s words because he was unaware of the details. Although he didn’t understand why he knew Wyatt was upset about Ivy. He would never again offend that woman. Wyatt’s disheveled and regretful appearance told him that he was head over heels in love with that woman. Wyatt drank one glass after another. His eyes gradually became red and dazed. Wyatt quickly consumed the majority of the alcohol on the table. He chanted only one word. “Ivy... Ivy...” Duke exhaled a sigh. “Do you really like Ivy that much?” ‘What’s the deal with her?’ Wyatt was about to pass out when he heard Ivy’s name and answered subconsciously. “I like her. I love her. I want to love her with everything I’ve got. But she doesn’t seem to mind!” Wyatt’s voice was hoarse and shaky. He wished to love her in the same way that Ivy had loved him.

Duke rose to his feet. “You’ve had a little too much to drink. I’m going to send you home?” “I’d like to see Ivy...” Wyatt mumbled. “Okay.” Duke Elrod was in his car at the Morgan Mansion front gates when he called Ivy. Ivy picked up the phone impatiently as if she was already sleeping. “Who is this?” “It’s me, Duke Elrod,” Duke replied, pursing his lips. “Uh… Wyatt had one too many drinks and is now standing outside your house. Could you please come out for a moment so he can say whatever he wants?” There was a brief moment of silence on the other end of the phone. Ivy appeared to have awoken. Her voice was deep and calm. “You are welcome to take him and get the hell out of my house!” For a brief moment, Duke was rendered speechless. He battled. “But we’ve already arrived. I’ll just leave him at the door if you don't come out. You’re to blame if he freezes to death!” He then hung up the phone and patted himself on the back. Talking to Ivy now required a lot of guts! Wyatt was dragged out of the car and sat at the gates by Duke. It was a particular location right in the middle. He was conflicted. “Wyatt, please understand that I’m doing this for you. You can’t get even with me later!” Wyatt, after all, requested to come here on his own. After settling Wyatt, Duke quickly drove away in his car. Ivy paused for a moment to process Duke’s words. She dashed to the balcony to check and noticed a car driving away. She cursed a lot. ‘Are these people mentally ill?’ Ivy wore her slippers and went downstairs quietly because her father and brothers were sleeping. When she got outside, she noticed Wyatt, who was disheveled and depressed. Ivy stood quietly in front of him, staring at him indifferently. Her tone was firm and cold. “Are you addicted to acting now, Wyatt Reed?”

Wyatt rubbed his bloodshot eyes together. He stank of alcohol. Ivy was taken aback to see him in this state. “I’m sorry, Ivy,” he said, his eyes red. “I’ll remember you if you give me another chance.” Ivy’s heart shook slightly as if it had been shocked by an electric current, but it quickly became cold. Wyatt had slumped over and was unconscious just as she was about to open her mouth. Ivy was not in a good mood when she got home from dinner—mentioning the heinous past brought back memories of the vivid scars Wyatt had inflicted on her. How could she have forgotten about them so quickly? Ivy had tried to forgive him countless times, but she could only forgive herself for her unrequited love. She just didn’t want to bring up old grudges and grievances with him or get calculative with him because it was pointless. She did, however, admit that when she was alone at night, suddenly recalling scenes from the past still hurt her terribly. Regret? She had long regretted everything! And now he’s regretting everything too. Ivy would rather be shot by a stray bullet on the streets of Europe than hope for a soldier named Wyatt Reed to come to her aid. She would not have fallen in love with him if she had done so. She inhaled deeply. Her eyes unintentionally turned red. Their shadows were piercing to her because the dim yellow streetlights overlapped them. The man on the ground had never felt so bad in his life. Ivy would probably be laughing in her dreams if this happened three years ago if he got drunk because of her. What a shame. Ivy wiped away the tears that had escaped from the corners of her eyes. “Wyatt Reed, let’s consider it even and pretend we don’t know each other,” she said clearly and coldly. The man on the ground remained motionless. Ivy paused for a few seconds before deciding to ignore him. She gritted her teeth, turned around,

and kicked him in the waist after taking two steps out. She then walked into the house and shut the door without looking back. She leaned against the door and pulled out her phone to call Duke. That wuss turned off his phone! She then looked up Eric Todd’s phone number and dialed the number. He responded quickly. “Hello, it’s me, Ivy Morgan. Wyatt Reed is drunk and knocking on my door. Take him away if you don’t want him to freeze to death. Otherwise, I’ll call the cops.” Ivy hung up the phone without saying anything else. Ivy watched from upstairs as Eric’s car came and went in less than twenty minutes.Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.