I killed My Preference For You With My Own Hands

I was surprised.

Darcy had been calling my name in a faint voice during his coma, and his friends had been calling me one after another to come and have a look at him, but I had blocked them all in my blacklist.

I hadn't shown up.

This opportunity should have been given to Flora.

The next day after work, Darcy was sitting on the sofa with a sullen face, accusing me, "Faye, have I been too nice to you, spoiling you so much that you don't know your place?"

I didn't stop what I was doing, just smiling politely.

"Is this how you behave as a wife? I'm sick, and you don't even come to see me in the hospital. Are you hoping that I'll die there?"

Darcy's sudden mood swings made me a little annoyed.

I frowned and looked at him from head to toe with the same gaze he used to have on me, dismissively saying, "What are you yelling about? You're fine now, aren't you?"

Maybe he hadn't expected me to defy him, and his face fell immediately. He explained unhappily, "I have a stomachache, and I drank some iced beer."

In the past, I would have arranged a cup of hot milk for him.

But this time, I pretended to be confused and dismissive. "It's an old problem. What are you complaining about? You know you have a stomachache, and you still drink iced beer. You deserve it, and you're making yourself miserable."

As soon as I said that, Darcy's face turned pale.

He didn't think twice and grabbed his suit from the sofa, pointing at me angrily with his finger. "There's an important client tonight. Dress up nicely. Don't look like a girl who works in a bar. You're bringing shame to my face."

"I have an alcohol allergy. I can't go to your dinner party. You can ask Flora..."

But Darcy didn't even look back. The only sound I heard was the loud slamming of the door.

"If you don't want your mother's treatment fees to be stopped, you'd better listen to me."

I didn't expect that the important client that Darcy brought me to meet was his archenemy, Edwiin Davis.

This person was notorious for being heartless, playing with people's lives as if it were a simple game.

Before entering the room, Flora looked at me smugly and said, "Faye, you'd better be careful. I heard that Edwiin is not a good person. I never thought Darcy would bring you to this kind of place. It seems that you are not very important in his heart."

I was confused. When I was about to find an excuse to leave, I was pushed into the VIP room by Darcy before I could react.

Edwiin's eyes were rolling around, and he was examining me and Flora.

"Mr. Beck, you are so lucky to have two beautiful ladies accompanying you. Unlike me, I am alone.

"Come, I'll toast to you."

Darcy frowned but hesitated for only a second before picking up his glass.

"No!"

Flora's hand trembled, and she quickly grabbed him. "You have a stomachache, I'll drink it for you."

Darcy glanced at me with a cold voice, but his gaze towards Flora was soft.

"You have an allergy to alcohol, you can't drink it."

He pushed the glass in front of my table, with a carefree expression in his eyes. "Faye, why don't you have a drink for me?"

I bit my lip and wanted to refuse.

Darcy knew that I also had an allergy to alcohol.

He did this on purpose.

Edwiin squinted his eyes and changed the beer in the glass to Whiskey, pressing it against my lips, "This beautiful lady, are you also going to use this excuse to deceive me?

"If so, I think it's best not to talk about the cooperation with the Beck group."

I looked at Darcy with clenched fists, hoping that he could help me.

Darcy let out a cold laugh and opened her mouth without making a sound, saying, "Beg me."

It was clearly an intentional humiliation of me.

With a tight line on my lip, I closed my eyes and drank it all in one gulp.

The next moment, I felt dizzy and my ears were ringing, my vision was taken away, and I fell straight down.

Before my consciousness faded away, I saw Darcy rushing towards me in panic.

It seemed as if he cared about me just as much.

When I woke up, I smelled a strong cigarette odor and coughed involuntarily.

Darcy was standing by the window with his back to me, his long fingers holding a cigarette, with smoke rising from his fingertips.

When he saw that I was awake, he hesitated for a moment before extinguishing the cigarette with a cold expression.

"Faye, are you fucking crazy? You can't drink, it's simply self-inflicted!'

I didn't say anything and turned to the side to continue resting.

But Darcy suddenly got angry and punched the mirror on the bedside table.

Glass shards flew everywhere, and his fist was instantly covered in blood.

Then Flora shouted in surprise from the door, her face looking especially pale. "Darcy, the baby is gone, but it's not your fault. Why are you hurting yourself?

"Faye, you knew you were pregnant and still drank. You deliberately miscarried and blamed him instead. Do you have a conscience?"