Chapter 89 – Until You Say Sorry Novel

“Miss Vera Quinn? Your friend, Mr. Waldburg, is with us right now. He’s drunk. Could you please come and pick him up? Here’s…”

The man reported the exact address, and Niamh’s mind instantly brought up an old scene.

After she had put Lily to sleep, she then changed her clothes and left.

She did not forget to call a certain friend to ask her to come to the apartment to watch Lily when she left, lest the little girl woke up halfway and became afraid after not being able to find her mother.

The evening breeze of the late summer came in wisps, also bringing with it the unbearable past events.

Niamh once again entered this high-end entertainment venue called Zero Degrees. The lights in the lobby were so glaring that she did not like it.

Back then, it was because of Nevaeh’s lie that she had thought that her grandfather was seriously ill. At the end of her rope, she had come here to sell alcohol, but in the end, she did not make any money but only got humiliated and left with a debt of 500,000 dollars that made her not want to live anymore.

On the day of the divorce, Kendrick might have thought that she had asked for 500,000 dollars to be free and happy. He would not know that she wanted to return the money to Daniel Graham before she died. She did not want to owe anyone, especially those who had treated her well.

Niamh stopped the memory and halted her steps.

In front was the room where Kendrick was in. It was also the place where she was humiliated and got trampled on by Nevaeh and Kendrick.

Niamh pursed her pink lips as a spark of revenge flashed in her eyes. Just as she was about to push the door open to enter, she noticed that someone had stopped by her side and was looking at her.

“You… You… Ma-Niamh?!”

The voice was familiar and her nerves were telling her that the owner of this voice extremely repulsed her.

She tilted her eyes up and looked over. The lights in the corridor were very bright and Niamh could clearly see Tanner’s ugly, wretched face appearing in her sight.

When Tanner was drunk, he thought that this woman only looked a little familiar after looking at her side profile. However, now that he could see Niamh’s face clearly, he was instantly shocked! He backed up again and again, and as a result, both his feet tripped. He fell on all fours.

Niamh stood calmly at the door of the room, watching Tanner turning pale with fright. He looked like he was crawling backward in a panic, and she smiled brightly with the corners of her beautiful lips.

“Sir… Is something the matter?” she asked with a puzzled smile on her beautiful face. “Are you okay? Do you want me to help you up?”

Tanner looked at her, his eyes widening in horror. “Ma-Niamh! Don’t come over!”

‘Don’t come over?

‘Hmph!’

Niamh smiled even more brilliantly and walked toward him. “Why is this gentleman so scared? I’m a human, not a ghost. Why are you—”

“Ghost! You’re a ghost! Niamh, you’re a ghost! Don’t come over! Don’t come to me. I told a lie at best. I didn’t do anything to you. I’m not the one who killed you. If you want, go to Nevaeh! Don’t come to me!”

After Tanner was done roaring at Niamh, he ran away.

It was as if he would have been killed by Nevaeh’s ghost in a second.

Niamh snorted funnily whilst looking at Tanner’s back.

She had never done anything against her conscience in her life, but she was tortured until her body was incomplete and bloody.

These people who had hurt and bullied her, instead of getting any retribution, still went to nightclubs to drink and dance as usual.

Thinking about Tanner’s horrified response just now, Niamh curled her lips slightly, already planning one of the links to her revenge.

She turned around and finally pushed open the heavy room door in front of her.

The lights in the room were very soft and not as colorful or messy as the ones in the hall. They were also not as bright and dazzling as the ones in the corridor.

She walked in and saw Kendrick leaning lazily against the corner of the sofa.

He was wearing a white shirt with the neckline slightly opened. She could vaguely see his collarbone which was very sexy hidden under the shirt, just looming.

His eyes were closed as if he was sleeping. The soft warm light of the crystal lamp lightly spilled on his angular and handsome face, but it seemed that the fatigue between his eyebrows could not be dispelled.

This was the first time Niamh realized that he had such a tired look on his face when he fell asleep.

However, how could he be tired?

He was worth hundreds of billions with a woman he liked by his side and a son. Why was he tired?

She put down her bag and walked toward him. “Mr. Waldburg.”

Niamh called out, but Kendrick did not respond. There was the faint fragrance of wine lingering around him, covering up his breath. Niamh glanced at the bottles of red wine on the coffee table, wondering how many Kendrick had drunk.

“Mr. Waldburg,” she called out again, but she still could not get any response. “Kendrick.”

Finally, Niamh called his name, a name that had appeared in her heart countless times. She had also thought that this name would remain in her heart forever like an ivy until the day she died.

Yet during the time when she was really about to die, she then realized that she had been chasing the love of her life, but it was just a dream bubble of a person.

With an indifferent gaze, Niamh looked at the man who was breathing steadily and sleeping serenely in front of her. Then, she smiled softly.

‘Kendrick, it’s true that I loved you back then, but it’s also true that I don’t love you anymore.’

Just then, a phone’s ringtone rang out. The room was quiet, so the ringtone was very clear.

Niamh lowered her gaze and saw Kendrick’s mobile phone vibrating incessantly. Her sixth sense was telling her that this call was most likely from Nevaeh.

She stretched her hand out without hesitation and was just about to swipe the answer button when her palm was suddenly held tightly.

Niamh was startled and looked sideways, not wanting to run into Kendrick’s deep and hazy eyes.

Somehow, Niamh’s heart was beating fast, but she smiled calmly. “Mr. Waldburg, are you awake? I originally wanted to answer the call for you, but since you’re awake, you can answer it yourself.”

She tried to pull her hand back, but Kendrick did not seem to show any signs of letting go.

“Please let go of me, Mr. Waldburg.”

“I’ll never let you go again.”

What?

Niamh was shocked at Kendrick’s unexpected confession.

She turned to stare at him in confusion, not expecting Kendrick to suddenly pull her into his arms.

As she was in her heels, Niamh lost her footing at the sudden tug and fell onto Kendrick.

For a split second, she felt the familiar warmth despite their distance.

He may have never loved her, but that did not mean nothing had happened between them.

Quickly recollecting her emotions, she tried to push herself up only for Kendrick to wrap an arm around her waist.

“What are you doing, Mr. Waldburg?”

As she was feeling uncomfortable, Niamh tried to struggle out of his grasp. Her efforts were futile due to the difference between their strengths.

Right then, the hand around her waist suddenly moved upward, pressing Niamh against Kendrick before she realized what was happening.

His intoxicated yet handsome appearance was magnified before her eyes. With their breaths mingling and their noses touching, Niamh was stunned by the lack of distance between them.

She had never expected to get so close to Kendrick again.

However, Kendrick seemed truly drunk. His eyes were dazed and glazed over as they stared back at Niamh.

Slowly, he lifted a hand, his warm fingertips caressing Niamh’s cheeks. In his eyes swirled a myriad of unspoken feelings.

Niamh did not understand them, nor did she want to maintain such close distance and position.

She lifted a hand to push Kendrick away in distaste. “You’re drunk!”

Taking her bag, Niamh made a move to leave only to have Kendrick hold her close from behind. The warmth she used to yearn for engulfed her, making it hard for her to escape.

“Niamh.”

Kendrick’s low and raspy baritone voice sounded, thick with mixed emotions.

Niamh halted in her steps, doubting the truth behind the situation.

“I missed you, Niamh…” the man spoke softly against her ear.

Niamh smiled at the hilarity of the situation. ‘Do you think I wouldn’t know that you’re trying to test if I’m your ex-wife, Kendrick?

‘You miss me?

‘Hmph!

‘The only person you miss is the evil b*tch, Nevaeh!

‘Since when have you ever missed me?

‘Had you never thought, for one moment, that I was human too? That I would hurt too when my appearance got disfigured when my cornea got removed? No!

‘You didn’t, Kendrick Waldburg!

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