Chapter 102 She had better leave this troublesome place early.
Once Brady left, Violet looked at the clothes bag in Auntie's hand, confirming that they were hers. She quickly stood up and asked, "Auntie, are those my clothes?"
"Yes, Miss De Vere." Auntie could tell from Violet's expression that Miss De Vere had a special relationship with Mr. Hall, so she treated her like the lady of the house. "Miss De Vere, go change your clothes first, and I'll cook some stewed donkey-hide gelatin with walnut for you."
"I don't need any supplements," Violet took the clothes and looked at Auntie strangely.
"The doctor said you're weak and need some nourishment," Auntie said as she prepared to go to the open-concept dining room in the apartment to make stewed donkey-hide gelatin with walnut for her to replenish her blood.
Violet became even more puzzled. What doctor?
After a moment of thinking, Violet suddenly realized and hurriedly grabbed Auntie's arm, asking, "Auntie, how did I come here yesterday?"
"I don't remember."
"Oh, Mr. Hall brought you here," Auntie said truthfully. "When Mr. Hall carried you back, you were soaked and unconscious, with a fever. Luckily, Mr. Hall called a doctor."
So, nothing actually happened last night?
And it sounded like Brady saved her?
Violet pursed her lips and became confused. What was going on?
"Why did Mr. Hall bring me back?" Violet continued to ask.
"I don't know," Auntie couldn't possibly know the answer to that question. "Miss De Vere, go change your clothes. I'll make the stewed donkey-hide gelatin."
"Oh, thank you," Violet's mind was a bit muddled.
On one hand, Brady was so domineering, wicked, and yet he saved her last night.
Violet felt conflicted.
But no matter how conflicted she was, she knew he just wanted to sleep with her.
So, she didn't want to thank him too much. She went to the bedroom to change her clothes. After changing, Auntie was still making the stewed donkey-hide gelatin, while Brady was still inside the dressing room and hadn't come out.
Violet was ready to leave.
Suddenly, someone rang the doorbell at Brady's apartment. Upon hearing it, Auntie came out to open the door.
Violet planned to wait for her to open the door and then leave.
The door opened quickly, and before the person even entered, Violet smelled a pleasant scent of perfume.
Then, a sweet and honeyed voice of a girl came, "Brady."
As soon as she heard that address, Violet's heart skipped a beat.
She immediately started to overthink, could it be Brady's girlfriend who had arrived?
"Good morning, Leana," Auntie greeted Leana, who was a supermodel and also a friend of Mr. Hall's. As for the nature of their friendship, it was not her business to ask. "Has Brady woken up?" Leana walked in gracefully, carrying a box of exquisite breakfast items. She truly looked like a supermodel, with her long legs and strong presence. And she was quite attractive as well. So, a man like Brady wouldn't be lacking in female companionship, would he?
Violet was relieved she didn't agree to that bizarre agreement of his. Holding her breath, she said to Auntie, "Auntie, I'm leaving now." Seeing that Violet really meant to leave, Auntie hurriedly said, "Miss De Vere, the donkey-hide gelatin soup is not ready yet. Please wait."
"I don't need it," Violet firmly refused. Leana, who was next to them, started giving her hostile looks. Who was this woman? And what was she doing in Brady's house? The more Leana thought about it, the more jealous she became. Unable to hold it in, she asked Auntie, "Auntie, who is she?"
"I am Mr. Hall's employee. If there's nothing, I won't disturb you anymore," Violet said first, to avoid Auntie blurting out last night's incident and causing trouble.
"An employee coming here so early in the morning?" Leana found it hard to believe as she gazed at Violet, who was equally beautiful, with envy on her pretty face.
"Yes," Violet didn't want to explain further. With her bag in hand, she headed for the door. It was better for her to leave this place of gossip early.
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