Chapter 6 Why Can't I

Elyse shuddered behind the door. Her eyes were thick with sorrow.

Ford sighed in frustration and noticed the woman at the door. "Elyse... I'm sorry." He said slowly.

Elyse forced a smile without saying a word.

In the office, Elyse sat behind the desk and calmly read the coverage about Kolton and Louisa's affair. Her flickering eyes concealed her pain and loneliness.

After returning from the old house, she hadn't seen Kolton for a month.

Whenever Janiyah was involved, he would act like a different person.

Her assistant knocked on the door and saw the flying gossip. Involuntarily, his eyes were tinted with sympathy, "Ms. Padilla."

Elyse closed the webpage and pinched her forehead, "Have you found him?"

"Not really." The assistant felt helpless, "The launch is just a few hours away. It's our most important product launch this year, so both Mr. Moody and you should attend it."

Elyse worked overtime for days in a row. Her face was pale and her voice hoarse, "Have you checked his properties?"

"Yes, Mr. Moody is not there." The assistant hesitated before answering cautiously.

When the sunlight landed on her, her face looked paler.

"Get the car, I'll go out." Elyse looked into the distance and pinched her sore eyelids. She felt bitter and sad. There was only one place left...

In the north of the city.

As soon as Elyse stepped into the apartment, a pungent smell of alcohol assailed her nostrils. As she walked close to the nice apartment, her heart became empty.

This was the nest where Kolton and Janiyah used to live together. The decorations were warm and bright. Ever since the hostess was gone, the furnishings hadn't been moved but remained clean. Someone must have cleaned the place regularly.

It showed how much Kolton loved and cherished this place.

However, the living room was a mess. Food boxes, as well as bottles of wine and beer, were scattered. Kolton was still in the purple striped shirt that he wore a month ago. It was crumpled, and thick stubble covered his chin. He looked like a broken wanderer. Holding a bottle of wine, he lay on the sofa and fell into a drunken stupor.

"Kolton..." Elyse stood in front of him and looked down at the man who tortured himself because of Janiyah. Her heart was throbbing, and she could barely maintain her composure, "Enough for your fuss? Get up, have a bath, change your clothes, and attend a launch event tonight."

Kolton lifted his eyelids, glanced at her, took a swig of the wine, and closed his eyes, "Get out, leave me alone."

His voice was hoarse. His mouth was filled with the smell of alcohol. He sounded feeble and looked broken.

This couldn't be Kolton!

Elyse abruptly threw away her bag, went to the kitchen, filled a big glass of cold water, rushed back, and unhesitatingly poured it all over his face.

"Sober now?"

She clenched her fists, loosened them, and clenched them again. The expression on her face turned terrible, "Even if you died here from overdrinking, Janiyah would not come back."

"Elyse, do you have a death wish?" The taut string in his head broke when he heard the name. In his anger, Kolton grabbed her, flung her to the sofa, and bore down on her. His bloodshot eyes stared at her fiercely, "You're not worthy to mention her."

"Why can't I?" Elyse dropped her feigned composure. Her eyes reddened and tears were welling up, but her expression turned tougher.