Chapter 247 This Was the Second Time She Stayed at His House
As the night fell, Violet found herself compelled to stay. She retreated to the sanctuary of the guest room, her frustration manifesting in the harsh slam of the door. She resolved to remain ensconced until the dawn's light broke through the window.
Brady, a man of certain principles, respected her decision, knowing better than to intrude when the door was locked. He understood her boundaries and wouldn't lay a finger on her without her consent.Alone in the soft embrace of the bed, Violet's mind began to wander. This was her second time staying under his roof, and her thoughts were consumed by her children. She wondered if they were sound asleep, if they had eaten their dinner, and how they were faring. Her heart ached with longing for them, but it was too late to call.
Not wanting to disturb Hellen, she opted to send a text instead. Once the message was sent, she began to prepare herself for sleep.The guest room was a picture of luxury, surpassing even the grandeur of Hellen's master bedroom, complete with a fully-equipped shower. However, she hadn't brought any change of clothes. Regardless, she decided to indulge in a shower, planning to resign and depart in a few days, thereby avoiding any future encounters with Brady.The room was well-stocked with large, plush towels that could easily double as a bathrobe. After a soothing half-hour shower, Violet swathed herself in a white bathrobe, her damp hair cascading down her back like a waterfall.She had intended to blow-dry her hair, but a hairdryer was nowhere to be found. She was reluctant to ask Brady, so she decided to use a towel to dry her hair. Venturing to the window, she hoped the night breeze would aid in drying her hair. However, as she neared the window, a chill ran down her spine, causing her to sneeze.Swiftly, she shut the window, unwilling to risk catching a cold and potentially infecting Henry and Nicole. She retreated to the bed, her hair still wet and dripping. After a moment of hesitation, she decided to ask Brady for a hairdryer.She couldn't afford to fall ill. It would be disastrous for her and the children. With newfound resolve, she set out to find Brady.In the living room, Brady was ensconced on the sofa, engrossed in his emails. The Hall family had a multitude of businesses, necessitating him to attend to some matters during the night.Brady's routine oscillated between catching up on emails, discussing work with his staff, and engaging in recreational activities like shooting or boxing with Arthur to unwind. Violet, her body modestly draped in the bath towel, approached Brady and asked, "Mr. Hall, do you have a hairdryer? I need to dry my hair."Brady's gaze lifted from his screen, inadvertently falling on the curve of her body partially concealed by her hand. The sight was undeniably enticing. His eyes lingered for a moment before he replied, "It's in the closet in the dressing room."Violet nodded in acknowledgment and quickly turned to head to the dressing room. Brady asked, "Do you know where the dressing room is?""I don't. Can you show me?""It's the room at the end of the hallway," Brady said, his tone warm and gentle.Violet made her way to the room at the end of the hallway in search of the hairdryer. As she left, Brady found himself unable to concentrate on his work, his thoughts dominated by the image of Violet's captivating figure.
With a dry throat, he unbuttoned his shirt and massaged his temples, attempting to quell his burgeoning desires.
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