Chapter 138: Chapter 138

Chapter 140 I want to know the truth

As Elly said,, Alex wanted to defend himself, but could not think of a reasonable explanation, so he chose to be silent.

He put the plan on the table, examined it carefully, signed it at the back, and handed it to Elly. "I'm satisfied with that, no problem."

Elly didn't care about the plan. Her mind only revolves around what happened in the past. Finally, she still wanted to give him a chance, so she insisted on asking. "If I can personally investigate Emily's case, another question is very important to me, so does the death of John have something to do with you? Why does Emily have your car keys?"

In the face of her seriousness, his face did not change and his response was cold. "If I said I didn't give her the car keys, would you believe me?"

The answer was right in front of her, and Elly's puzzled eyes were fixed on him. Alex knew she didn't believe it, so he gave no explanation and stood up coldly. "I have already said what I have to say. John has nothing to do with me, but I will investigate the results as soon as possible. I want to know the truth."

For a moment, her heart was moved by Alex's words and attitude, but soon she woke up and was not fooled by his false goodwill.

Elly kept telling herself that her eyes followed his back. 'Don't believe in him. From the beginning to end, he was just playing to get my trust. I should wake up. Alex is not a good person.' She said in her mind.

There was a disapproval from another voice. 'When I lost my memory, he regretted and took good care of me, and he was willing to pay the price for hurting me in the past. Isn't that enough to prove his feelings?' The other voice said in her mind.

The first voice was more determined and understated. 'Don't forget how cruel he was to me after we got married. There was enough pain for that day. You shouldn't make the same mistake. I'm sorry. I'll forgive you. He loves no one but himself.' Said by the other voice in her mind.

The two emotions intertwined in her head, and Elly clasped her head, she felt dizzy.

Alex was in a bad mood all day because of Elly's suspicious eyes. He was heartbroken and distracted at the thought of her hate expression when she questioned John's death.

Brandon knocked on the door for a long time, but he did not heard a voice, he automatically opened the door and walked into Alex's office.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw that Alex looked very bad. He hurriedly went to the table, put down the coffee cup and asked politely. "What happened? Why is your face so pale? Are you sick or is there something I don't know?"

"There's nothing." Alex replied, while he was shaking his head.

He didn't want to tell anyone what happened today, and Brandon was included. He knew that Brandon had a problem with Elly, so he didn't want him to interfere in the matter. The exasperated heart simply swallowed it inside, with a mask of calmness on the outside.

"I heard you can't sleep these days. Since you don't want to talk, I won't force you. I'm happy to wait until you're willing to open up." Although Brandon lost interest because he could not get the trust of his friends, he did not firmly pursue the answer.

"Thank you!" Alex was sincerely grateful for the sympathy. Because his character was difficult to get close to, he had no friends. Brandon was one of his few friends. He cared about him and Brandon really cared about him too.

Brandon smiled and patted him on the shoulder. "As long as you don't forget, your friends are here and we will gladly help you with everything."

Alex was calm on the outside, but his deep disappointment was hard to dissipate. Work addicts like him were no longer keen to find their work fun. Alex let his Uncle Gerald go home and drove himself to a familiar bar.

Instead of sitting on the counter as usual, he chose a dark corner and asked the waiter to give him a wine. The bartender showed immediately and reconfirmed. "Mr. Hargreaves, would you like me to call the boss for a drink?"

Alex was unhappy and warned him with his eyes wide open. "No, I want to drink alone today. Your boss, Brandon, is not my babysitter, but he is always by my side. Go back to your work. I'm in a bad mood. Don't do anything."

The bartender was ashamed and went back to the bar. The waiter brought the wine as he requested.

Alex, a newcomer, drank the wine and looked around at several people dazzled until the dance floor became noisy. The music became louder, and the empty wine bottles on the table had reached the third gear.

Bartender wondered whether he should call the boss and thought about Alex's temper, so he had to let it go. He went to the table again and persuaded him. "Mr. Hargreaves, you drink more now than before."

"Cheers!" Alex drank up the wine on his glass and flung it on the floor, his eyes cloudy and black. "New bar plan? Can the bartender interfere with the needs of the guests?"

"No, sir." The bartender bowed his head.

"What? Do you want to call your boss?" Because of what happened in between him and Elly, Alex's wildness decreased a lot, but deep down, he was a cruel and ferocious person, and few people dared to face him directly when he was emotionally unstable.

"No, sir."

"Bring more wine!" Alex stood idly by, as he was staring at bartender, and his pressure was greatly relieved.

The bartender bowed his head and left respectfully, and he never came back to disturb Alex.

The staff quickly cleaned the broken glass on the floor and brought some more wine as Alex asked.

Alex's arrogant words did not hurt him, he applied in this place filled of arrogant people, he quickly learned Alex's lesson.

The bartender stared at Alex from a distance, and if Alex was drunk, all he had to do was go to his private room and have a rest as the boss told him to. However, there was an accident and he received a call from his wife saying that his son had been burned by hot water. Before he left, he could only downplay his service.

Not surprisingly, when the bar was ready to close at two o'clock in the morning, Alex laid unconscious on the sofa. The bartender took Alex's phone out of his pocket and dialed his finger on the nearest number on the phone book.

At two o'clock in the morning, Elly was immersed in a sweet dream. In the dream, John was still alive, and he lived in the same village next to her house and gave her a hug, brimming with a gentle smile of trust.

The dream was shattered in an instant when the ringtone of her mobile phone rang. Elly woke up in the reality, surrounded by darkness and cold walls.

More or less the warmth was disturbed, and she answered the phone in a bad tone. "It's midnight. I'll call you tomorrow."

She reached the off button, but suddenly a scream hurriedly stopped her from the loudspeaker. "I'm sorry! Mr. Hargreaves got drunk in our bar."

"Mr. Hargreaves? Alex?" Her drowsy eyes opened wide at once, and her body automatically stood upright, frowned and asked. "Are you Alex?"

"No, I'm not. I'm a bartender in this bar. Can you pick him up?"

Elly's mouth reflected and almost uttered a word. Fortunately, she woke up in time, and she answered coldly. "I don't know him. If he's drunk, it's none of my business. You can call his family."

She turned off her phone so that she wouldn't have time to say another word. She stuffed her phone on the pillow, thinking it would be no trouble if she couldn't see it.

Elly laid in bed, she closed her eyes and tried to bring herself back to that beautiful dream. But what came to her mind was the drunken Alex, he was struggling on the weeping floor.

The imagination was so real that it scared her. She pen her eyes, wave her arms and dispel the terrible images.

When she closed her eyes and slept again, she turned several times, and the more she laid down, the more uncomfortable she felt. At last, her heart softened, just like an idiot, who was going back to Alex.

The person who answered the phone was the bartender. The bartender who was about to call Secretary Gerald received a call back from Elly.

"Please keep an eye on him for me. I'll be right there."

When Elly arrived at the bar, in addition to Alex, there were three other guests who were drunk and waited for their families to pick them up. They were all drunk and unconscious and were placed on benches.

The bartender was cleaning up, and the crash and voices still didn't wake up those drunk men.

The bartender saw Elly coming, he greeted her warmly. "I'm sorry, Mrs. Hargreaves! Mr. Hargreaves drank so much that we didn't have a choice but to ask you to pick him up here in the middle of the night."

Elly's face was stiff, not because she was called to pick up Alex in the middle of the night, but because the bartender called her Mrs. Hargreaves. She smiled reluctantly and denied it. "I'm not his wife. I'm a friend."

The bartender blinked, seemed to find something funny, and giggled. "It was supposed to be a girlfriend, but I think it will be Mrs. Hargreaves soon, so don't be shy."

"No, don't get me wrong." Elly knew she didn't have to explain her relationship with Alex to strangers, but somehow she didn't like to be misunderstood as she had something to do with him. "Did you find my name in the recent phone book? We contact each other because of our recent partnership, all of which are for our work habits."

The bartender wiped the cup hurriedly, and he muttered to himself with his head down, in a disbelieving tone. "It's strange. I looked at Mr. Hargreaves's phone book. He left you a good name, didn't he?"

Elly endured, and could not bear it. Curiosity made her silent and asked the bartender in shame. "What do you mean? I can't understand what you mean."

The bartender did not answer, but he gave Alex's phone directly to Elly.

Elly suspected as she held the mobile phone, the screen was already on the phone book. Her number was the first, this was not special enough, the name was made up of two words.

Elly, honey.