My Cold-Hearted Husband Wants Me Back
Chapter 192: Your Husband Misses You Like Crazy

Chapter 192: Your Husband Misses You Like Crazy

Eryx was about to get back into the car and turn the whole city upside down to find Lunara, when his eyes caught sight of a woman in a short skirt dress, walking unsteadily along the road ahead.

He narrowed his eyes, a frown tugging at his brows. Something about the woman seemed oddly familiar ,the way she moved, the curve of her shoulders, looked like Lunara but she never wore skirts that short. And her hair, it looked straighter and shorter, barely grazing her shoulders.

Still, his instincts stirred. He stepped away from the car, eyes locked on her silhouette as she weaved slightly on the pavement.

"Lunara?" he called out, uncertain.

The woman halted at the sound of his voice. Slowly, she turned around, her eyes blinking as if trying to focus through a haze.

Lunara.

Eryx’s chest tightened.

Her lips curved into a lazy smile when she saw him, but it faltered just as quickly into a confused frown.

"Oh... is it..." she squinted slightly, swaying on her feet, "Eryx Cyrus?"

He was already striding toward her, jaw tight. "Where are you coming from?"

"Oh?" Lunara blinked dramatically. "It really is Eryx Cyrus... my husband."

He stopped right in front of her, the sharp scent of alcohol hitting him immediately. "Were you drinking?"

She nodded proudly, raising all ten fingers. "Ten glasses..."

His brows drew together. "Ten glasses of what? Wine?"

She pouted and shook her head, nearly losing her balance. "I tried... whiskey today."

"Whiskey?!" he shouted, eyes wide. "Ten glasses of whiskey?!"

"Huh?" Lunara frowned in confusion. "Whiskey? Who’s that?" She waved a hand dismissively. "I drank orange juice today. But it tasted different. The bartender said it was a new kind of orange juice... but I started getting a headache on the second glass."

Eryx’s eyes darkened. "Where?" he asked, his voice low as he pulled out his phone. "Which bar?"

Lunara lifted a finger, wobbling a little as she tried to think. "Umm... it was something like... Monkey?" She squinted. "Or Donkey? Monkey’s Elbow? No, no... Dragon’s Tail?"

She gasped suddenly and lit up. "Oh! It had a glowing sign! Very shiny!"

Eryx exhaled sharply, already dialing Callum’s number. "Great. That narrows it down to every shady place in the city."

"Yes, sir." Callum answered instantly.

"Check the CCTV footage of any bar with a glowing sign and an animal in the name. Monkey, Donkey, Dragon... whatever. Find out which one Lunara went to and what the hell happened there. I want everything. Now."

"Yes, sir. On it."

Eryx ended the call and looked back at Lunara, who was now trying to balance on the edge of the curb, arms stretched out like a tightrope walker.

He moved quickly, catching her by the arm before she could topple into the street. "Alright, that’s enough for today."

"Enough? But I still have a lot of things to do," Lunara mumbled, pulling her hand away and stumbling back a step.

That’s when he saw it, her knees, scraped and streaked with dried blood.

Eryx’s expression darkened as he crouched down in front of her. "What happened?" he asked, reaching gently for her leg.

Lunara looked down, her brows furrowing like she was only just noticing the injury. "Oh... I think the pavement attacked me. Or maybe my heel broke. But I didn’t cry, if that’s what you’re wondering."

He let out a tense breath, carefully brushing his thumb around the scrape. "You fell hard."

She gave a dramatic little nod. "The world tilted. I tried to walk straight. It didn’t work."

"Hm, I’ll ask someone to make it straight again," Eryx muttered with a subtle smirk, trying to play along. He freaking missed her like this—tipsy, dramatic, oddly adorable. But he also hated that she was alone like this. She wouldn’t remember any of it by morning.

Lunara squinted at him suspiciously. "Who are you?" she asked, waving a finger. "If you’re trying to flirt with me, wait until I get divorced."

That hit him like a slap.

"What do you mean, divorce?" Eryx’s smirk vanished. He stood up straight, his jaw tightening.

Lunara tilted her head, eyes half-lidded and unfocused. "Well, nothing much. It’s just... it didn’t work between us. So..." She dug into her handbag with surprising determination and pulled out her phone, thrusting it toward him. "Put down your number. I might call you later. After I officially divorce."

Eryx closed his eyes, his fists clenched at his sides. "Lunara..."

"Huh?" she blinked at him. "You know me?"

That was it.

Without another word, he wrapped an arm around her legs and another behind her back, lifting her up and slinging her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

"Hey! Hey! Kidnapping!" she yelped, kicking her legs weakly.

"Shut up. I’m your husband, remember?" he growled.

As she squirmed, he fished her handbag open with one hand, trying to find her keys. Lipstick, receipts, random candy wrappers but no keys.

With a frustrated sigh, he carried her straight to his car instead. Once inside, he gently buckled her in while she mumbled something about orange juice and betrayal.

He shut the door, exhaled, and leaned against the car for a moment, dragging a hand down his face.

Then, he got into the driver’s seat and closed the door with a soft thud. The moment the silence settled in the car, Lunara leaned toward him until her face was just inches from his.

"Husband?" she whispered, her breath warm and sweet with a hint of alcohol.

Eryx stiffened. "Do you remember now?"

She blinked, long and slow, like her brain was buffering.

But before he could say anything else, Lunara reached up, her fingers brushing his cheek and then, without warning, she leaned in and kissed him.

Soft. Warm. Familiar.

And completely wrong.

Eryx jerked back like he’d been slapped, his eyes wide with disbelief and fury.

"Do you know who you’re kissing right now?" he snapped, his voice sharp and low, trembling with restraint.

Lunara blinked again, dazed. Her lips curved into a slow smile.

"I kissed my husband," she whispered.

"Great. Then make sure you remember this...you have a husband."

He instantly unbuckled her seatbelt, pushed his seat back, and swiftly lifted her onto his lap.

"And your husband misses you like crazy."

At that moment, he leaned in for a kiss. A kiss that carried everything he hadn’t said, everything he still felt.