He was going to settle the problems with his marriage once and for all, and he wouldn't leave this room until he did.

Staring at Gifford for a long time, Chantel finally said, "I have only one question.

Do you love me?"

Gifford had sworn to himself that no one would leave this room until everything was cleared. But he didn't think that he'd be left here alone, that Chantel would leave the room.

Gifford lit a cigarette, and then another, and yet another, trying to get the courage up to confess his love. When he thought he was ready, he headed downstairs.

"Chantel's gone. The CEO of her agency came by to pick her up himself." Blair told him.

“Huh? Her CEO came by to pick her up in person?’

As far as he knew, the CEO of her agency was a man. ‘Why would a rich, single man come here to pick up my wife? Why not send a driver? He must be crazy! Or after my wife!"

Suppressing his anger, Gifford turned and went upstairs. In less than two minutes, he ran downstairs again. He looked at Blair thoughtfully, but said nothing.

Blair's hair stood on end under his gaze.

“What are you doing? Are you insane?"

Out of nowhere, Wesley popped out and slapped on the back of Gifford's head.

"God, you're about as dense as I am! Go find your wife! You really want another man to win her heart? Go after her, unless you Like crying alone!"

Gifford really wanted to go to his wife, but he said stubbornly, "He wouldn't try anything! He'd rot in jail if he destroyed our marriage

“Okay, forget it. Just let him go to jail, then!" Wesley spat as he went upstairs.

Anyway, what Blair said was meant to light a fire under his backside.

Wesley knew the truth, so he was not anxious at all.

It was true that Chantel had left, but her agent had picked her up, not the CEO. It wouldn't make any sense if he did.

Gifford went and locked himself in his room, and got Sheffield on the phone. He needed his advice, and they talked for more than two hours.

Sheffield was almost driven mad by this phone call.

“Dude, I'm seriously busy. I have to let you go. I have a meeting later!" He had been talking with a man for two hours, and people might think he was gay.

“No way. I need to know what to do. After all, you're the Ladies’ man."

Sheffield patted his forehead helplessly.

“Didn't I already tell you? I asked you to sweet talk your wife. Buy her something. Look at Matthew.

He's as cold as a fish, but he knows how to talk to your sister occasionally. Women are emotional, and you have to talk to them nicely.