You Can Run But You Can't Hide My Contractual Wife

Chapter 491: A Strong Slap

"Holy sh*t!!!" Upon hearing a gunshot in Eric's room, Rosy hissed in a panic.

She completely forgot to breathe.

"Shit! Shit! Shit!" She kept on spatting while running quickly toward Eric's door. "Eric! Open up! Eric!

Open the door right now!" Rosy shouted hysterically.

She could not help it as she felt Eric had done something terrible inside.

With the awful expression she witnessed upon him entering the house, it was so likely that Eric could

have done what was in her mind right now.

Rosy kept on knocking and shouting at his door but she failed to get any replies.

"Eric! F*ck answer me!!!" Rosy could not find her calm as she kept on banging on his door the loudest

that she could do.

The silence was the only thing she heard that made her more frantic.

She quickly ran away to where she knew Eric put some spare keys to the house.

While she was running, Rosy wanted to shake off and get rid of her thoughts about Eric shooting

himself because he could not bear all his problems.

"No! It cannot be!" With great nervousness invading her trembling body, Rosy stayed positive as she

could.

She quickly went to Eric's study room and open a vault on a wall to which she and Eric only knew the

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Rosy was hoping that Eric kept his spare keys there and she was not wrong about it.

Quickly, she saw a bunch of keys.

Without wasting any seconds, she grabbed them and ran back to Eric's door.

Rosy ran like someone was chasing her.

"Sh*t! Sh*t! Sh*t!" She kept on spatting in the thin air while trying all 5 keys to fit in the keyhole until a

ticking sound was heard.

Rosy could not help to heave a sigh of relief.

She quickly pushed the door open, "Eric!!!" Her eyes widened as she shouted horrifyingly like seeing a

ghost.

Eric was holding a gun and she believed he pulled the trigger up to the ceiling.

He sat on his couch with an unsteady body swaying side to side.

Rosy heaved a sigh of frustration toward the man she knew for a very long time.

She never saw him too much wasted like this.

Somehow, there was a great relief that she saw him in that kind of state and not the other way around.

Rosy felt so sad about Eric.

Despite of him loving the woman who was the reason for her mother's death, her heart clenched

seeing him in this kind of terrible situation.

Knowing Eric for a long time, she witnessed Eric's struggles fighting with his rough life.

Since his parent left him at a young age, he worked like there was tomorrow every day to support his

studies and necessities.

That's what her father saw in Eric.

At that time, it seemed her father saw great potential in him.

He then trained Eric and though him more about finance until he established his own company at a

very young age.

Rosy was there in every step he did take.

She witnessed every hardship, his sleepless nights just to study and go to work.

Weighing all of these because he was a scholar in their school.

He had to maintain good grades and his work should not be a hindrance to his grades.

She even remembered sharing her lunchbox since she saw Eric in the field away from all the students

and he only ate one cracker of biscuit for his lunch.

He normally didn't go to their canteen for lunch instead he hid in the track field so no one could see him

eating his lunch but Rosy discovered him eventually.

At that moment, she always asked her mom to fill up her lunchbox more for two people or three.

Every day she went to the field during lunchtime to share her lunchbox with him.

Then they instantly clicked and became best of friends.

Since Eric was not an opportunist kind of a person, he helped her with her home works especially when

it comes to math, logic, and computations in exchange for her lunchbox.

Numbers were all Eric's forte.

No wonder, he easily became a successful businessman.

When he established his company, Rosy was also there to help him.

In fact, she presented herself to work for him and Eric easily agreed.

Way back then, he never had women.

Rosy could understand that as she thought he had no time for romance because he was only focused

on his work.

He was such a hardworking man even though he already owned a company.

His dedication, determination, and hard work didn't change even a single bit.

Eric was always focused on his goal and he always succeed.

Being a successful man, lots of women wanted to seduce him but Eric didn't spare them his time.

Just a few whenever he needed a muse for certain business gatherings but that was also from her.

No single woman had captured his heart.

With their closeness to each other, Rosy felt she fell in love with her best friend silently.

When she realized this, at first, she could not admit her feelings to him because she didn't want to put

their friendship into an awkward state plus Eric was into something.

Though he didn't like the girls surrounding him, Eric was obsessed with finding a woman.

The woman he met when he was a boy and the woman was a child at that time.

She was not jealous of this because Rosy knew that it was very difficult to find someone in the past

with only one bracelet of the child.

But as expected, Eric was the person who easily gave up.

Eventually, he found Arabella Jones and this made Rosy anguished.

She was jealous to hell and she could not control it.

With an impulsive action, she confessed to him only to be dumped by him.

She gave up and soon realized that she was just afraid that Eric would disappear from her life if he had

another woman.

She was threatened but soon realized, she wanted to see him happy.

With all his hardships, she wanted to see him smile and be happy with whoever woman he chose to be

with for the rest of his life.

Just as fate interfered, he fell in love with the woman who hurt her family.

She saw Eric's unnatural glow in his eyes with Hanna and she didn't see this when he was with

Arabella Jones.

Arabella Jones was merely complicated at that time.

Eric persuade her but he lost the battle because Arabella had already someone in her heart.

Rosy was there when he felt his first heartbreak with Arabella but she never saw him so wasted like

this.

Obviously, Hanna made a difference in Eric's life and undoubtedly, Eric loved Hanna.

Hanna gave him a life but now…

Eric was back to being a lifeless guy.

His sad eyes were floating like silk because of too much alcohol in his body.

Face flushed and lips curled backward.

The natural Rosy would nag at him seeing Eric in his present situation but she chose to keep quiet.

Feeling the heaviness in his heart, she strode toward Eric and sat beside him.

She pulled away his gun and then grabbed his head, which easily fell on her shoulder.

Instinctively, she coaxed his back.

The room was quiet.

Eric let his heavy head rest on Rosy's shoulder.

In just a little time, Rosy could feel teardrops on her blouse.

She didn't need to ask someone where it all came from.

Despite this, she was silent and continued to stoke his back.

She let him cry on her shoulder silently.

Rosy felt her heart throbbing in pain too.

She felt Eric's pain and it saddened her to see him like this.

"It will be fine…everything will be fine… just like before…" In a low tone, Rosy whispered.

After her words, Eric suddenly detached himself from her.

He looked at her coldly like she could see anger in his eyes.

"Get out..." First, it was low but, "Get out now!" he yelled angrily.

Rosy jolted.

She was shocked by Eric's hateful reaction.

She couldn't understand why he was angry with her now.

"Eric, can you look at yourself in the mirror? You are…" Rosy clenched her fists but she was Eric

immediately cut her.

"Worthless? Useless?? Yes! I am all that!!!" Eric yelled angrily and he suddenly wiped all the things

including the bottles and glass on the table.

It was followed by shattering sounds.

Rosy gulped and then gritted her teeth.

He was so frustrated and this was what she saw in him.

She couldn't leave him like that.

"No! You are not! You are more than that, Eric, and you know that!" Rosy couldn't control her bursting

emotions starting to appear from him. Of all people, she was the only one who could judge him

thoroughly and those words were way too far from what she knew. Eric's capabilities were

unmeasurable.

"If I am not, then why the heaven didn't want me to be a father? huh?! Why my woman didn't curse me

now? Why are these shits happening to me now? huh?! What did I do wrong? Tell me... tell me now

because my mind is going to explode!!!" Eric's voice echoed throughout the entire mansion.

He was shouting at Rosy as he stood up unknowingly gripping Rosy's shoulders tightly.

Rosy felt pained but she managed to stand collected.

She just looked at the other side of Eric.

Without hearing Rosy's reply, Eric smirked and his eyes narrowed.

He let go of Rosy's shoulders.

"Then maybe I have to blow up myself before my mind blows!" He remarked and turned around to get

his gun on the floor.

With a sudden reflex, Rosy grabbed his arm to stop him. His weight was too much because of the

alcohol but she managed to stop him.

"Yeah! Maybe you are right! Eric, maybe the heaven was just trying to save your baby from an

irresponsible, wasted, suicidal father like you!!!" Rosy could not hold her annoyance anymore.

Yes, she completely understood Eric but she felt her comforting words would not work on him.

He needed a slap.

A strong slap to wake him up and regain his sanity.

With her words, Eric jolted. He looked at Rosy who had an assertive looked at him.

Assuring that Eric's expression softened, Rosy quickly picked up his gun on the floor and left.

Eric stood frozen in his spot.

Meanwhile, in Bill's mansion, Arabella was not in a good mood.

She could not keep up with Bill's cold treatment toward her.

Plus, she didn't want to go to bed with a heavy heart, alone and lonely again.

So, she decided to put an end to it right now.

After she took a shower, she rushed to his study room.

She knocked but failed to get his permission to enter.

Despite of this, she didn't need to be stopped from getting his permission.

Even though he didn't want to be disturbed, she would show up in front of him and confront him.

Determined as she was, she pushed the door open.

Unbothered, Bill was inside and was busy typing on his laptop.

She knew he knew someone got inside his office but he didn't bother to see this person and that made

her irked.

Really, he was getting on her nerves.

Why he was so offended by her?

Isn't he happy that she made out alive?

Why he was so angry with her?

With all her thoughts, it just gave her more courage to confront him even if he was not into it.

She was already annoyed with his cold treatment toward her and she could not continue like this with

him.

"Bill, may I talk to you?" Clenching her fists, she uttered. "Can we talk?" When Bill didn't even bulge,

she added mustering her courage and holding herself not to get easily annoyed by him.

For a while, Bill rested his delicate fingers on the table but his eyes were still looking at his screen

seriously. For some unknown reason, his calm demeanor irked her. He seemed to make her wait and

he was taking his time like she didn't exist in front. Then she finally questioned herself why her

husband was so hard-headed.

His stubbornness was so overpowering and intimidating.

"Bill... please?" Arabella strode closer to his table. Her footsteps were the only sounds heard in his

silent office. "Talk to me now," She repeated closing his laptop out of a sudden.

At this time, Bill looked at her with still cold eyes.

"Talk about what?" He asked lazily.

Arabella released a bitter smirk.

Her husband was a natural nuisance.

She didn't like the energy he was giving in his question like he didn't need to say that he didn't want to

talk to her.

"About everything!" She could not hold the bursting emotion in her heart. "About you treating me like

this!" She answered with her eyes started to get teary.

"Treating you like what?" Bill was really completely stubborn.

It was obvious that he kept repeating her questions.

She gritted her teeth hard as her eyes narrowed seeing Bill get his pen and started to sign documents

on his table.

She knew Bill was always busy and hardworking but at times like this, he didn't need to make her feel

that she was just disturbing him and he had no time for her.

Angered by her thoughts, Arabella quickly snatched his pen.

Bill looked at her displeased but she didn't mind it.

She was desperate to get his attention now.

"Give it back to me," Bill sounded calm but there was a great threat behind.

"No!" She strongly refused.

A stubborn husband needs a more stubborn wife.

"Talk to me, Bill!" She hissed full of determination.

Bill heaved a heavy sigh.

"Give it back to me," He said it again with a serious gaze at her.

"No!" She refused again.

Bill moved and suddenly stood up.

With a calm demeanor, he walked toward her.

She didn't retreat and stood still.

Bill's domineering vibe would not scare her at this time.

Even though, her body could not help but tremble as her cheeks blushed when Bill suddenly cornered

her with his two arms on his desk and she was imprisoned by them in the center.

"Bi... Bill..." She stammered seeing his handsome husband so close to her.

His body was almost pressing hers.

His gaze was colder as she looked at her.

She didn't retreat as she looked at him interlocking their gazes.

"Give me that pen," His luscious lips parted ways as he spoke domineeringly to her.

"No!" She shook her head stubbornly. "I am not scared of you, Bill" She added.

Bill suddenly leaned forward.

"You should be," He whispered which made the tiny hair on the back of her neck rise.