Chapter 103: First Time In the Factory

Amy Leah POV

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"Desmond, is that you?" the clock ticked 12, it was now midnight and Desmond just got home. Where had he been?

"My bad, sweetheart. It's my fault. I invited Martin to have some drinks!" he hoarsely uttered.

I could see his silhouette from the mounted lamp on the wall. His legs wobbled when he walked which only meant- he was drunk!

I turned on the lights and the whole wide living room lit up. My man's shirt was a mess. His hair which was always combed well was disheveled. I rushed to his side when he was about to fall on the floor. Good thing his palm pressed the edge of the table by the door.

"Desmond, are you all right?" my worried voice made him lift his head and he was staring at me with unfathomable eyes. "Des!"

He cupped my face, his thumb gently touching my lips. "I'm sorry for everything I've done to you in the past!" he uttered softly, I could feel the pain in his heart but I couldn't understand what he was saying.

"Des, let's go to bed, sweetheart!" I told hi