Chapter 28 Troublesome Woman
He unbuttoned his own white shirt collar, looking down at the woman who had curled up into a ball due to the effects of the drugs.
The soft light in the suite illuminated her beautiful face, unexpectedly giving it a hazy appearance. This damned woman was still quite beautiful.
Brady quietly watched, deep within his eyes.
However, apart from standing by and taking a few glances, he never thought of staying to take care of her. This woman had schemed against him. He had no reason to show her kindness.
Retracting his distracted gaze caused by her beauty, Brady calmly prepared to leave.
Just as he turned around, Violet, who had been lying on the bed, seemed to be under some kind of control...
Then, she boldly embraced him tightly from behind, her heart trembling with fear, whispering softly, "Don't leave...don't leave..."
If Violet were to wake up tomorrow and realize she had the audacity to embrace Brady like this, she might just kill herself.
But in this moment, her sanity had long been lost amidst the scorching flames burning in her mind.
All she wanted was to hold onto something cool to relieve this burning discomfort.
But who is Brady?
He is the god of men in North America.
Not just any woman can dare to embrace him.
Especially someone like Violet, who had previously schemed against him.
Brady instantly turned around and grabbed Violet's delicate and soft wrist, his gaze deep and solemn, saying, "Woman, do you know what it means to ignite a fire within oneself? Hmm?"
Violet had no idea.
If she knew, not even with a thousand times more courage would she have hugged this man. And yet, she shamefully spoke to him like a little panda, saying, "You... You kiss me... Is that alright?"
These words were truly ambiguous.
Brady's gaze grew deeper, as if he had accumulated a layer of abyss within him.
Violet's hand fumbled about like boneless, causing Brady, a restrained man, to lose control for a moment. His body felt strange, his black eyes grew deeper, as if he wanted to devour her. His fingers tightly grasped her wrist, and a few words were forced out from his throat, "Damned woman."
"Do you know what you're doing?"
Violet shook her head.
How could she know?
She felt dizzy and uncomfortable.
"Can you... help me..." Violet bit her lip, her dazed eyes fixed on this man. Then, taking advantage of Brady's inattention, she tiptoed and kissed his lips.
With that kiss, Brady felt an electric shock.
His gaze darkened completely.
This woman's kiss was unexpectedly so sweet.
Brady couldn't hold himself back.
His initial aloofness and restraint were instantly broken by her tenderness.
He took control and kissed her passionately.
As they kissed and it became difficult to separate, Brady suddenly came to his senses. This woman had schemed against him, how could he kiss her?
In an instant, Brady pushed her away. The next second, while she was still dazed, he bent down and carried her up, then walked swiftly to the bathroom door of the presidential suite and kicked the carved wooden door open.
With a loud bang, the door was forced open.
Brady held the dazed Violet and walked straight to the edge of the bathtub.
He freed one hand and took down the shower-head hanging on the wall.
He pressed the sensor button.
Immediately, the warm bathroom was filled with water pouring down like rain from the shower-head.
It fell densely on Violet's body.
As the heat washed away the burning sensation inside her, she fell into a deep sleep. Only then did Brady turn off the shower-head.
He then carried her up and laid her on the bed.
He walked to the bedside cabinet and pressed the hotel's housekeeping service button.
He asked the hotel housekeeping staff to change her clothes.
After giving his instructions, Brady glanced at the woman lying on the bed.
Without much thought, he walked out of the suite.
Tonight... he was in the wrong. But she was just a woman who had schemed against him, yet he lost control and kissed her back.
Damn it.
He shouldn't have despised her?
Brady's gaze hardened as he cleared his mind.
Perhaps tonight was simply a loss of control. How could he impulsively kiss her?
Shortly after Brady left, a hotel housekeeping staff arrived with a clean bathrobe to help Violet change her clothes.
After changing her clothes, Violet's phone rang. It was a call from Max.
He had been waiting in the private room downstairs for so long, but she didn't return, and he was getting anxious.
Normally, the housekeeping staff couldn't answer guests' phone calls.
But Max continuously called five or six times.
They had no choice but to answer.
The call connected, and the housekeeping staff quickly informed the person on the other end of the phone about Violet sleeping in the presidential suite.
Max, upon hearing this, disregarded everything and rushed upstairs to see her. When he saw that Violet was just peacefully sleeping, he finally relaxed.
After the housekeeping staff had tucked her in with a warm duvet, he softly asked, "How did she end up here?" He remembered that as an intern, she wouldn't have the means to afford a presidential suite with a nightly rate of thirty thousand.
The housekeeper, who couldn't reveal anything about Mr. Hall, simply replied, "She doesn't know."
Then they left. Max remained by her side, watching over her.
*
The next morning, as the morning light entered the window, Violet woke up from a splitting headache.
Her eyelids were heavy as if glued together, and she had to exert considerable effort to open her eyes. As soon as she opened them, she saw an unfamiliar luxurious ceiling.
Violet's heavy head suddenly exploded like fireworks. Where was she? Where was she? What happened last night? Why couldn't she remember anything?
Violet tried hard to remember what happened last night. Max, who had been with her the whole time, swiped the card outside the presidential suite and entered.
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