Chapter120 What Were You Expecting, Miss Annie?
Brady Hall had left the bedroom, and his aunt, keeping to herself, pressed on to take care of Ms. Devereux. Her care lasted through the night, while Brady didn't reappear; it was the aunt who stayed by her side. But she slipped away to make breakfast before Violet Devereux woke up, leaving the luxury bedroom empty except for Violet herself.
Struggling to open her eyes, Violet's first sight was a black ceiling—an upscale kind that certainly didn't belong to her aunt's apartment. Where was she? That thought startled her into sitting up quickly in bed, and that's when she felt something was off. There was nothing beneath her legs?
Looking down, she realized with a shock that she really had nothing on underneath. She was clad only in an oversized men's white shirt, sans underwear. A wave of embarrassment flushed her cheeks a deep red.
What on earth had she done last night? And where was she?
Not daring to contemplate the worst, Violet quickly climbed out of bed and rushed out of the bedroom. She was greeted by a posh living room that boasted a panoramic view of North America—a sight somewhat familiar to her. She gasped. This… This was Brady Hall's place, wasn't it?
Why was she here?
A mix of alarm and embarrassment filled her as she realized she had no memory of the previous night's events. As she panicked in Brady's apartment, her phone rang.
Following the sound, Violet found her phone on the coffee table. It was her aunt calling. She had missed several calls last night. Without a second thought, Violet answered, assuring her aunt she was safe, hastily concocting a flimsy excuse about being too exhausted from work to call.
Thankfully, her aunt, ever trusting, didn't suspect any wrongdoing, simply expressing concern, "Don't overwork yourself, honey. The kids miss you."
The mention of the kids made Violet feel guilty. Moreover, she couldn't afford to think about them too much – it would only make her lactate. She had already skipped feeding them last night and now felt as if her breasts were turning into boulders.
Painfully aware of her discomfort, Violet's only desire was to rush back home and nurse.
Caught in contemplative thoughts, Violet Devereux didn't care if she was in Brady Hall's house; she just wanted to find her clothes and leave.
She scoured the living room but her clothes were nowhere to be seen.
Just as she was about to look elsewhere, she turned and suddenly crashed into a wall of solid muscle.
Startled, Violet quickly looked up to find none other than a shirtless Brady Hall in front of her, clad only in sweatpants.
It was evident from his appearance that he had just been working out. His naked torso was glistening with sweat, muscles rippling, every one of his abs well-defined.
Embarrassed to stare any longer, Violet bit her lip and quickly averted her gaze, nervously asking, "Mr. Hall, how did I end up here?"
"You passed out; I brought you back," Brady Hall answered, his gaze fixed on her as she stood there wearing his white shirt.
Her petite face had regained its color, and her long hair fell casually over her shoulders, hinting at her lean legs beneath the oversized shirt.
His eyes darkened a bit more as he observed her. The shirt was somewhat 'fitting' on her.
Brought back? What was he talking about? Violet was confused by his words. She was nobody's stray to be picked up.
She remembered she was waiting for Loraine Plahn at her mansion just yesterday.
How did he end up 'bringing her back'? And she didn't recall any of it?
That's right, she was wearing his shirt. A troubling thought crossed her mind, and with blushing cheeks and an awkward tone, she asked, “Mr. Hall, what happened last night? Did we... you know?”
Brady, who was in the midst of reaching for a drink on the coffee table, gave a slight tug at the corner of his lips, a cool and indifferent chuckle escaping him as he replied, “What do you think happened, Ms. Devereux?”
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