Chapter 100 Would you reconsider what happened last time?
Of course, she didn't want anything to happen!
But who was to blame for her not remembering anything that happened last night? Especially when she was still wearing his white shirt and had nothing on underneath it—no underwear or anything.
Given his attitude, Violet hesitated to ask, even if something did happen, could he take responsibility?
Violet could only feel a sense of embarrassment
It's frustrating, but how can I fight back against him now?
After a few seconds of calming down, Violet said with a slight hint of embarrassment, "Mr. Hall, I will take the medicine, so you don't have to worry. Also, may I ask where my clothes are? I need to go back."
Take medicine?
Brady really wanted to laugh again. Did she really think he slept with her last night?
"Do you really think if I slept with you, you would be able to get up in the morning? Your legs would have been tired from my play," Brady said casually.
Violet's face turned as red as a ripe apple. How could a man be so vulgar?
Especially considering he was the number one man in New York.
How could he be like this?
Violet didn't want to argue with him any longer. Unable to win, she pursed her lips and repeated, "Mr. Hall, where are my clothes? I need to go back."
"Your clothes have been taken to the dry cleaner by my aunt. They'll be back soon," Brady said as he picked up a bottle of mineral water from the coffee table, preparing to unscrew the cap and drink. However, as the bottle touched his lips, he glanced sideways at this somewhat silly but incredibly stubborn little woman and said, "Do you want some water? There's some in the fridge."
"Thank you, Mr. Hall, but I don't want any," Violet replied, now only concerned about her clothes before leaving.
She considered this a lesson learned from her loss.
Next time she visits Loraine Plahn, she should inform Hellen or Emily in advance.
At least Emily would come right away.
Violet thought so, feeling annoyed and helpless, and could only sit down and wait for her clothes.
However, even though Brady's white shirt was oversized, it appeared short when sitting down, the hem rubbing against the top.
Seeing this, Violet's face immediately flushed.
She quickly grabbed a nearby pillow to cover her long legs.
Then she pursed her lips and silently waited for the aunt to come.
But her breasts were swollen and a little sore.
The wait was truly agonizing.
And during the wait, Brady stood by the coffee table drinking water. As he drank, his adam's apple moved, coupled with his bare, muscular upper body, he looked very sexy.
Violet dared not look too much and hurriedly glanced at him before looking away. After moving away, she started sending a message to Emily on her phone: [Emily, are you at home?]
Emily had just woken up, so of course she was at home, not knowing that Violet was right next door. [Just woke up, what's up?]
Violet: [I'll come over later. Can you give me a ride home?]
Emily didn't understand, so she quickly replied, [What's wrong? Are you outside?]
Violet: [No, I'll be there in about half an hour.]
Though she didn't know why Violet was coming to her house so early, Emily was her best friend and naturally welcomed her. [Okay, I'll wait for you.]
Violet: [Great.]
After sending the message, Violet continued to sit there, waiting for Brady's aunt to arrive.
But why was this aunt taking such a long time?
What's taking so long?
Why hasn't she arrived yet?
Violet sat there, afraid to move, lest she expose herself.
She could only sit there stiffly against the cushion.
After waiting for about 2 minutes, Brady spoke, saying, "You don't need to take the medication."
Violet was stunned, looking at him in confusion, and then biting her lip for a while before saying, "Did something happen between us?"
Upon hearing her question, Brady's gaze darkened as he replied, "No."
Instantly, Violet breathed a sigh of relief. Brady, being the kind of man he was, wouldn't deceive her like that.
He had always been fair in his actions.
He wouldn't be deceitful, would he?
So when he said it like that, Violet still believed him and continued to sit there, waiting for Auntie.
After a while, Brady started making a call to his assistant, asking him to come pick him up for work.
After hanging up the phone, he turned around to look at the woman sitting there.
Violet silently lowered her eyes, lost in thought.
Brady stared deeply at her. The image of him kissing her last night resurfaced, causing his throat to tighten.
Narrowing his eyes, he suddenly sat down on the couch across from her and said in a dignified tone, "Do you want to reconsider what happened last time?"
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