Torn Between Love and Hate

Chapter 169

Chapter 169 Pressing Down and Kissing Her

Deborah glanced at her phone to check the time, which displayed 2 o’clock in the morning.

Suddenly, outside the cat’s eye, a wobbly man appeared, struggling to stand steady.

At such a bizarre time, coupled with the sudden knock on the door and the appearance of someone

outside, she was so frightened that she almost couldn’t breathe.

Thankfully, she quickly calmed down and realized that the person standing outside was Joseph.

Deborah didn’t really want to open the door.

She and Joseph need to sit down and have a good talk, but not right now.

Alyssa was still inside, and Deborah didn’t want her communication with Joseph to take place in front of

Alyssa

Now, after three years, her daughter has finally returned to her side.

There is nothing more important than spending quality time with her daughter first.

Deborah took out her phone and sent a message to Joseph: [You can go back first.)

Outside, Joseph was holding his phone. As soon as Deborah sent the message, he saw his phone

screen light up.

But he didn’t look, still standing outside the door with a drowsy expression on his face, waiting for

Deborali to open it.

A face full of exhaustion, accompanied by a hint of intoxication.

Deborah hadn’t fully woken up yet, and it was only now that she realized, somewhat sluggishly, that he

was drunk

After a while, he didn’t receive a response, so he started ringing the doorbell again.

Soon, the guest in the room across the hall opened the door, looking over here with an unhappy

expression.

Deborah had no choice but to open the door.

As soon as the door opened, Joseph, who was practically leaning on it, lost his support and

immediately fell towards

her.

Caught off guard, Deborah was pushed back several steps by him, knocking over a coat rack near the

door.

The wooden shelf fell to the ground with a loud thudding sound. Soon after, Alyssa’s groggy voice

could be heard from the bedroom, “Mommy, Mommy, the house collapsed.”

Deborah frantically tried to push Joseph away, but the person in front of her only held her tighter.

Joseph still had a faint smell of alcohol on him as he held her, calling out “Debby, Debby.”

Deborah’s mind was about to explode, and despite pushing him for quite some time, she still couldn’t

get him to move

away.

As soon as she pulled his hand away, his head leaned in again.

Pushing his head away, he immediately embraced her with both arms, almost leaving her breathless.

Deborah’s mind was on edge, fearing that Alyssa might suddenly emerge from the bedroom.

Joseph’s phone rang, and it was Morton calling.

Deborah felt like she had grasped a lifeline, struggling for a while before finally managing to pull out his

phone and

answer the call

From over there, Morton’s easy voice came through, “Mr. Black, are… are you there?”

He wrapped his arms around Deborali like an octopus, and she urgently said, “Morton, come over here

and get him

away from me.”

There was immediate silence on the other end, and after a while, the voice came through again, “Ms.

Shepherd, has Mr. Black arrived at your place? If so, everything should be fine. I’ll hang up now.”

Deborah raised her voice with a headache, “Don’t hang up! Come over and get him out of here, my

daughter is still here, and it’s not convenient for me to keep him around!”

Over there, Morton lowered his voice, “Ms. Shepherd, please do me a favor and let Mr. Black stay for

the night. Mr. Black has had a tough time.

One evening, a man returned to Richmond after attending a social event, where he had accompanied a

group of senior board members and drank quite a bit of alcohol, Worried about you, he couldn’t find a

flight after the event, so he went through the trouble of arranging a private jet to come and find you. His

feelings for you are genuine, and he’s always thinking about you…”

Over there, they spoke with great passion and vivid expressions.

Deborah interrupted him, “No, it’s really not a good time for me right now. Here’s what you can do. Take

him away, let him sober up, and we can talk about whatever it is tomorrow.” Belongs to (N)ôvel/Drama.Org.

Joseph got drunk, and she was afraid it would scare Alyssa.

Over there, someone intermittently said, “Ms. Shepherd, Ms. Shepherd? What’s going on, there’s not

even a signal.”

Deborah had a bad feeling, and sure enough, the call was disconnected the very next inoment.

Deborah tried calling again, but no one answered.

Footsteps could be heard coming from the bedroom. Deborah was truly anxious and forcefully pushed

Joseph.

With a sudden push, Joseph pressed down on her shoulders and kissed her face passionately.

Alyssa’s footsteps were already behind her, and Deborah blurted out in desperation, “Are you crazy?

Let go and get away from me!”

Alyssa, who barely had a good night’s sleep, practically walked out with her eyes closed.

Suddenly, Deborah heard a frantic voice. As she opened her eyes, she saw a blurry figure of a man

pressing himself against her and kissing her on the wall.

The man was disheveled, reeking of alcohol, with his coat haphazardly draped over his body.

Alyssa trembled with fear, glancing around frantically. She grabbed a vase and, standing on her tiptoes,

swung it

towards the man’s head.

With a thudding sound, the man’s body stiffened, and he finally let go of Deborah.

Alyssa’s face turned pale as she screamed, “Ahh! Ahh! Ahh!” while grabbing Deborah’s hand and trying

to run out the

door.

Deborah had just been pinned against the wall by Joseph, completely missing what Alyssa had done.

Up until now, seeing the shattered vase on the ground, the blood-stained fragments, and the blood

flowing down from the back of Joseph’s head.

Deborah stood still, not moving. Alyssa, realizing she couldn’t drag her away, finally noticed Joseph’s

face.

Alyssa’s face was filled with fear, which then turned into immense shock. “How… How could it be

him?”

Joseph suffered an injury to the back of his head.

Fortunately, Alyssa was young and not very strong. Plus, she was terrified, so she couldn’t exert much

force.

So, it’s probably just a superficial injury, not too serious.

Deborah hurriedly grabbed some items to help him, pulling him to lie down on the couch. She then

called the hotel receptionist to request a doctor.

Alyssa stood to the side, feeling helpless and guilty as she spoke, “Mommy, I’m sorry. I wasn’t fully

awake and didn’t

see who it was.”

Deborah was also quite embarrassed. As she brought over some warm water, she reassured, “It’s

alright, you can’t be

blamed for this.”

Alyssa couldn’t help but grumble, “Even if it’s Mr. Black, Mommy, he can’t force you if you don’t want

to.”

Even if he’s drunk, it’s not acceptable. Who knows if he’s just pretending to be drunk

Anyway, no one can bully Deborah.

Deborah finds it difficult to answer.

She was unwilling, but in reality, it wasn’t to the extent of being extremely unwilling.

Every time Alyssa thought about the scene that had just unfolded, and how Deborah’s face had turned

pale and embarrassed, she still felt a lingering sense of indignation.

“Mr. Gaige wouldn’t do that.”

Tonight, she mentioned Zayne for the second time.

Suddenly, Deborah remembered that for the past three years, she had forgotten about Alyssa.

Even though Alyssa and Zayne knew each other, they still had quite a few interactions over these three

years.

As for Joseph, Alyssa’s memory of him still lingers on the man from three years ago, who would stop at

nothing and take advantage of them.

No wonder, nowadays Alyssa would subconsciously feel discontent towards Joseph.

The hotel receptionist brought in a doctor, and Deborah looked at Alyssa, “You go back to the bedroom

and rest first. After the doctor

“kes a look, I’ll send Mr. Black away later.”