Chapter 4: Look After My Wife

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Peter's eyes widened in shock. He wondered, "What?!" "Peter, you know, Mila has been with me for so many years and hasn't enjoyed her life much. Now, with this situation I'm facing, it seems my time is up! You can see she's still in her bloom. If you're willing, I'll persuade her. You don't need to think about the rest." Owen's request was indeed hard for Peter to accept. He stood up and shook his head. "Owen, yes, we are buddies. But if I do that, how will Mila live out the rest of her life?" "I'm not lying to you. I can treat your illness, and once you're healthy, you can take care of your wife yourself. In short, I really can't help you with this!" "Peter, I'm—" "Owen, if you keep talking like this, I'll walk away!" Peter interrupted him. Seeing this, Owen smiled and waved his hand. "Alright, alright, I won't bring it up again, okay?" "If you can't agree to this, then there's one more thing you absolutely can't refuse!" This time, Peter was smart enough not to agree easily. Owen chuckled. "When I get discharged and go home, let's have a couple of drinks together. You shall go buy a couple of good wines, okay?" Peter grinned. "No problem! I'll head out to buy a few now. Wait for me. We'll go home together!" As soon as Peter left, Mila returned with a plastic bag. "Where's Peter?" Mila asked. "He went to buy some wine!" Owen replied. "Mila, come here; I want to discuss something with you!" Mila sensed something off in Owen's expression but still walked over. She sat on the edge of the bed, her right hand gently massaging his calf. "Mila, I-I don't have much time left. Now, I even burdened you with a debt. If you find Peter to be a good person, I want to... I want to set you two up!" Mila's expression mirrored Peter's shock after hearing this. "Did Peter... agree?" Mila asked, a bit disappointed. Who wouldn't feel conflicted if their husband said such a thing? "No!" Owen gritted his teeth. "But I have a way to make him agree! Mila, I'm sorry, but I want you to have a better future! You're carrying so much debt, and others will surely try to take advantage of you, but... Peter won't!" Owen said, tears streaming down his face. Mila didn't have time to think further. She quickly wrapped her arms around Owen, her face a portrait of sorrow. "Alright, alright, I promise you!" A strange ripple stirred in Mila's heart as these words settled, especially when she thought of last night's scene. It was, in a way, a continuation of last night's dream. Owen had no idea what his wife was working as. Now, he was thrilled to hear Mila's words. He laughed and urged, "Quick, pack up your things. We will go home later! I don't want to stay in this place any longer." ***** The three of them returned to the dilapidated old home by noon. Peter looked at the familiar setup, his eyes filled with memories. "Peter, come sit here next to me," Owen said, patting the chair beside him with a smile. Meanwhile, Mila was wiping the dusty table and chairs with a cloth. She smiled. "Peter, I'm sorry. I had to sell the ancestral home to pay Owen's medical bills. And so, without asking you, we moved into your place." "Mila, what are you talking about?" Peter laughed. "You can stay here as long as you want!" Owen chuckled. "Mila, don't say such things. He's my buddy and is like a family to me." "Go, make some food. I'm starving." Mila sighed and headed to the kitchen. Half an hour later, the table was set with two appetizers, a selection of grilled delicacies, and a stir-fried dish. For the three of them, it was indeed a sumptuous meal. Peter picked up a piece of the stir-fried dish and immediately gave a thumbs-up. "Ah, nothing beats this." As Peter spoke, Owen slid a glass of liquor toward him. "Stop reminiscing. Drink with me," Owen said, raising his glass and downing it in one go. Owen's capacity for alcohol was impressive as he emptied his glass in one gulp. Without hesitation, Peter picked up his glass and downed it, too. But as the liquor went down his throat, Peter instantly sensed something was off. He caught a glimpse of the tension on their faces. Owen, especially, watched Peter closely as if worried about something. Peter sighed inwardly and finally downed the drink. After setting the glass down, he pretended nothing was wrong and started chatting with the two. But in reality, Peter had already begun using his internal energy to suppress the toxins in his body. Because the drink had been spiked with something—similar to a sleeping pill. And Peter realized that Owen was likely the one who spiked it. He even suspected that Mila might have been involved! Owen's plan was flawless, but he hadn't accounted for Peter's improved alcohol tolerance. The boy who once couldn't handle two bottles of beer could now drink without getting drunk. After Owen passed out from drinking, Peter finally breathed a sigh of relief. The toxins in his body had been suppressed for too long, and he needed to find a way to release them. Of course, he had no intention of involving Mila. After all, there were many ways to detoxify, and he didn't need to resort to the most direct method. As Peter stood to leave, Mila suddenly grabbed his wrist. "Mila, you..." It turned out Mila had been pretending to be drunk ever since she finished her first drink. But she hadn't expected Peter's alcohol tolerance to be so high. And seeing Peter about to leave, she couldn't hold back any longer. She raised her head, gazing at Peter with deep affection. "Come with me!" With that, Mila tried to pull Peter into the bedroom. She and Owen had planned this. Peter was a righteous man, and if they wanted him to take care of Mila, they needed him to assume responsibility. And the most effective, direct way—Was to have him have sex with her.

Chapter 4: Look After My Wife

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