Chapter 460: You Never Loved Me

Bianca pounded his chest with weak fists, her words slurred from the alcohol. "Liar! You never loved me!"

Tears streamed down her face as she screamed, "Dave, tell me! Do you love me or not? How many times have you lied?" Her voice broke. "Let go! Don't touch me!"

Dave stayed calm, ignoring her outburst. "Stop this. We’ll talk at home."

Ignoring her resistance, he lifted her into his arms. Her protests faded as her face pressed against his chest.

His men swallowed hard, watching the scene unfold. A drunk Bianca was more intense than any opponent they had ever faced.

But they had never seen their boss handle anyone with such care.

In the car, Bianca’s resistance faded. Her voice was barely a whisper. "Don’t want to go with you. Put me down..."

Dave sighed, a trace of helplessness in his eyes. He gently turned her, resting her head on his shoulder. His voice was calm and soft. "Just sleep."

Leaning against him, Bianca finally gave in. Her breathing against Dave chest became slow and peaceful inside the quiet car.

From the driver’s seat, Wyatt asked, "Sir, where to?"

Dave looked up. "Imperial Garden."

Imperial Garden—Edenfield’s most luxurious estate. It was home to the city's elite and Dave’s usual residence.

Before Bianca, this place had been his entire world. But now, a deep longing reminded him. He missed the simpler days at the Waterfront Apartments.

That small apartment had its flaws, but it held something this grand estate never could—warmth and memories.

A faint smile crossed his lips at the thought.

"Here we are," Wyatt said, bringing the car to a stop.

Dave carried Bianca inside and placed her on the sofa. He turned to Wyatt. "Get a hangover cure."

Wyatt hesitated. "Where can I find it?"

A shadow passed through Dave’s eyes. He recalled nights like this when Zane would be the one handling it. Without realizing it, he had expected Wyatt to do the same.

For a moment, the thought lingered, but he quickly pushed it aside. He pointed to the TV cabinet.

Wyatt followed his instructions, grabbing the medicine and a glass of water. When he returned, he saw Dave carefully wiping Bianca’s face with a towel. His touch was surprisingly gentle.

Wyatt had served Dave for years, yet he had never seen him this gentle. Dave was usually like a shadow in the night—strong, distant, and cold.

But now, something had changed. Beneath the icy exterior, Dave heart had totally changed. And Bianca was the only one who could reach it.

Wyatt walked up to him, and handed him the water and medicine.

Dave carefully lifted Bianca, and whispered in a coaxing voice. "Good girl, take this medicine. This will help you."

Bianca’s eyes fluttered open as she slowly took the medicine.

Dave gently laid Bianca down again, tucking her carefully that even surprised Wyatt.

Wyatt’s lips curled into a small smile, but concern soon crept in. "Sir," he hesitated, "did you really give Skylar a written promise—not to marry Miss Scott?"

Dave’s hand quickly froze as it hovered near Bianca’s cheek. His voice rang. "I owe Skylar a debt. A debt that I must repay."

Wyatt frowned. "So, you’ll marry Miss Larson?"

Dave’s eyes remained on Bianca’s peaceful face. A faint smile appeared on his lips. "I made Bianca a promise long ago—she’s the only woman I’ll ever marry. If I can’t marry her, then I won’t marry anyone."

Wyatt’s brows lifted in surprise as a frown formed on his face. He didn’t expect Dave to be this loyal to Bianca.

Even though Dave had left the Evans Group, Wyatt knew Lucas still wished for his return. Lucas wanted Dave to take over the business.

Dave was the best fit to lead. Shouldn’t he marry and keep the family name going?

Wyatt had worked beside Dave for years. He didn’t just see him as a boss. To him, Dave felt like family. Watching him hold on to a promise that might lead to a lonely life made Wyatt restless.

He couldn’t ignore it. If Skylar stood in the way of Dave’s happiness, Wyatt was ready to intervene.

A sharp look appeared in Wyatt’s eyes. He wasn’t just Dave’s trusted friend. He used to lead Edenfield’s most feared mafia. Many of today’s underworld leaders once worked for him. He had stepped away from that world to live a quieter life with Dave. But his power still dominated.

Wyatt’s hands curled into fists.

“I’ll handle the rest. You can go,” Dave said as he gently brushed Bianca’s hair.

Wyatt looked at Bianca. She was completely dead drunk.

“Should I call Dana?” he asked.

Dana Gilbert was Dave’s housekeeper. She handled the chores when he wasn’t around. Dave liked being alone, so he always sent her and the staff away when he was home.

In a quiet tone, Dave said, “No need.”

Wyatt gave a small nod, then walked out without another word.

The villa fell quiet. Only Bianca’s soft snores echoed through the room. Dave looked at her flushed face as she slept. A small smile appeared on his lips.

It had been a long time since he last watched her sleep.

He picked Bianca up and carried her to the bedroom.

Her clothes were damp. She couldn’t sleep like that. She might get sick.

He turned to grab her something dry to wear. But before he could, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him into a kiss.

Dave’s eyes went wide as he looked at her. Even the small hairs on her face seemed to draw him in.

His throat moved as he swallowed hard. He gently took her hands away and let out a soft, helpless smile.

“Every time you drink, you turn into such a naughty girl,” he murmured.

“Dave—” Bianca’s soft voice rose.

There was a short pause. Dave took her hand and placed it over his chest. “I’m here, Bianca. Always have been,” he said gently.

Tears filled Bianca’s eyes. “Don’t leave me,” she whispered.

Dave’s eyes softened. The wall around his heart quietly crumbled.

He leaned in and kissed her forehead. “I’m not going anywhere,” he whispered back. “I’ve always been here for you.”

Morning light slipped through the curtains, casting a soft glow on Bianca’s face. Her eyes slowly opened, blinking at the unfamiliar ceiling.

She felt confused. Her mind searched for what had happened the night before.

Then her eyes shot open.

The last thing she could remember was Bruno forcing her to drink.

A cold chill rushed through her. One terrifying thought took over—had something happened to her?

Panic rose in her chest. She yanked off the covers and jumped to her feet. Her eyes went wide with fear as she looked down at herself.