Chapter 99 What do you want to happen between us, Miss Devereux?
Brady left the bedroom, and Auntie didn't ask many questions. She continued to go in with her head down to take care of Miss De Vere.
This care lasted the whole night.
Brady didn't come in again, but Auntie stayed with her throughout the night.
However, before Violet woke up, Auntie went to the kitchen to make breakfast.
When Violet woke up, she was alone in the luxurious and unfamiliar bedroom.
Struggling, Violet forced her eyelids open, and the first thing she saw was the black ceiling, which didn't belong to Hellen Apartments. Where was she?
Violet got scared and immediately sat up in bed.
But as soon as she sat up, something felt off. There was nothing under her legs?
Violet quickly looked down and indeed, there was nothing there.
She only had on an oversized men's white shirt; she wasn't wearing any underwear.
Violet's face turned red with embarrassment.
What did she do last night?
And where was she?
Violet didn't dare to think too much; she was afraid something bad had happened. She hurriedly got out of bed.
After leaving the bedroom, she saw a familiar panoramic living room that overlooked the entire capital.
Violet took a sharp breath; this... this wasn't Brady's home, right?
How did she end up here?
Violet was both shocked and embarrassed, but what was infuriating was that she couldn't remember anything that happened last night.
Just as Violet panicked, staying in Brady's apartment, she heard her phone ring.
Following the sound, she finally found her phone on the coffee table.
She picked it up and saw that it was from Hellen.
She made a lot of calls last night; she remembers that.
Violet didn't hesitate and quickly answered the call to assure Hellen that she was safe.
She casually made up an excuse about being too tired from overtime and forgetting to call Hellen.
Hellen, however, continued to trust her and assured her, "Don't overwork yourself, the babies miss you."
Mentioning the babies made Violet feel guilty again.
Moreover, she couldn't mention the babies.
Just thinking about them made her breasts swell.
She hadn't breastfed the baby yesterday and they had been engorged all night.
Now they were as hard as rocks.
Suddenly, the pain started to kick in for Violet, and all she wanted was to rush back to breastfeed.
With that in mind, Violet didn't care if this was Brady's home or not; she wanted to find her clothes and leave after changing.
She searched the living room but couldn't find her own clothes.
Just as she was about to search elsewhere, she turned and bumped into a solid wall.
Shock overwhelmed Violet as she quickly lifted her gaze, only to see Brady, still shirtless, wearing only a pair of sports pants.
From the looks of it, he must have just finished exercising at the gym.
His bare upper body was covered in sweat, muscles glistening, and even sporting an eight-pack.
Violet dared not look anymore, biting her lip and hurriedly avoiding eye contact as she said, "Mr. Hall, how did I end up here?"
"You fainted, and I picked you up," Brady glanced at her, his black eyes immediately captivated by her wearing his white shirt.
Her face had regained its color, and her long hair casually spread over her shoulders, emphasizing her straight legs beneath the empty shirt.
Brady's eyes grew even deeper.
She certainly looked 'fit' in his clothes.
Picked her up? What did he mean?
Violet didn't understand his words. She wasn't some stray cat or dog on the street.
She remembered waiting for Lorraine Plahn at her villa yesterday.
How could she have been picked up by him?
And furthermore, she had no recollection of it at all?
That's right, she was even wearing his shirt. Violet furrowed her brows, an uneasy thought creeping up. Biting her lip, her face turned slightly red as she asked, "Mr. Hall, what happened yesterday? Did we...?"
Brady had originally intended to get some water from the coffee table. However, after she spoke, his thin lips twitched, and he smiled coolly as he said, "What do you think we did, Miss De Vere?"
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