Billionaire Lost to His Surrogate In A Love Game novel Chapter 185

Madeleine picked up, and out came her sleep-heavy, impatient voice. “You better have something important to call me about during my beauty sleep, or see if I will put a bullet in your head.”

Hearing her voice, Tassach oddly felt his frustration dissipate somewhat.

“Did Ophelia suffer a lot?” he asked, voice slightly tipsy.

On the other end of the line, Madeleine groaned as she demanded, “What the hell is wrong with you, calling me dead in the night to ask me these boring questions? Don’t you have anything else going on right now? Don’t you sleep? If there’s nothing else you want to talk about, I’m hanging up.”

“No, please! I’m feeling upset right now. Will you talk to me?”

Noticing something different with him, Madeleine asked hesitantly, “Are you drunk?”

“A little bit.”

Madeleine sighed. “Tassach, I know I’m always mean to you, but still, I’ll admit that you’re a talented guy with dashing good looks. Why are you still clinging onto Ophelia when you can have any woman in the world you want? She’s married now and expecting a baby. Drinking your sorrows away like this won’t help you score any sympathy points with her; instead, it’s only going to upset her. So why are you doing this?”

Tassach spoke as a gentle breeze blew past him. “I won’t try to destroy her marriage if she’s leading a happy life.”

“Which she is indeed. With her husband caring for her, and a baby due in a couple of months, why shouldn’t she be?” said Madeleine earnestly, “and this is an image you should’ve expected to witness when you deserted her as she tried to pay off her debts four years ago.”

“Tassach,” continued Madeleine after some pause, “listen to me. Stop drinking, go home, and take a shower before getting a good night of sleep. Tomorrow is another day, and tomorrow, what you should do is to work hard, get yourself a beautiful and hardworking girlfriend, and start family with her.”

Tassach popped open another beer and chugged it all the way. Downing the entire bottle, he asked drunkenly, “Do you think there’s still a spot for me in her heart?”

Madeleine rolled her eyes. Why would she talk to this drunk son of a bitch when she could be having her beauty sleep right now?

“You’re wasted. Go home and sleep it off; you’ll be fine when you wake up.”

But Tassach started to sing instead.

Having never seen him like this before, Madeleine couldn’t help but be worried. “Are you okay?”

“No,” replied Tassach straightforwardly, emboldened by alcohol, “I haven’t been okay for the past few years. I’m always thinking about Ophelia – how’s she doing? How’d she pay off her debts? Yes, I did leave her, but I was out and about trying to help alleviate her debts. When I finally came back, she was gone. And do you know how happy I was when she got in touch with me? But before I could come to from the joy of our reunion, I was told that she was married. That was such a huge, huge blow.”

Madeleine was getting tired of him. It wasn’t a good look for a man to obsess over a lost relationship and wouldn’t move on.

Over at his end, Tassach droned on. “I love you, Ophelia, I really do. I’ve been in love with you for so many years, so why would you go off and marry some other guy?”