Chapter 102 It's a Trap
Was Aaron calling her to him now?
Could it be his leg was troubling him again?
Not wanting to delay, Nora quickly climbed out of the pool, dressed herself, bid farewell to Amelia, and followed the staff out of the room.
"Where is he right now?" she asked.
"Mr. Gordon is currently resting in room 308. Please, follow me," the server said, leading the way.
Nora, concerned about Aaron's health, didn't give it much thought and followed the server up to the third floor.
The server stopped in front of a room and gestured politely. "After you."
Nora thanked him and twisted the doorknob to enter.
The curtains were drawn, making the room barely lit.
She closed her eyes briefly, adjusting to the dimness before opening them again.
In the small room, she could make out a figure resting on the bed for guests.
Thinking it was Aaron, she hurried over.
"Thomas, are you feeling alright?" she asked.
The person on the bed stirred, seemingly in discomfort.
As Nora drew closer and saw the man on the bed clearly, she paused in surprise.
It wasn't Aaron; it was Mr. Smith!
What was going on?
Frozen, Nora sensed an odd fragrance enveloping her, causing her to become dazed.
Suddenly, the man on the bed morphed into Aaron before her eyes.
Aaron was smiling at her, beckoning her to join him on the bed.
Aaron was so attractive, and she liked him!
Nora's gaze lowered, her hand accidentally brushing against the edge of the bed.
The cold sensation brought a bit of clarity back to her clouded mind.
What was she doing?
That wasn't Aaron on the bed!
She stared hard at the face on the bed, then realized something—there must be some kind of hallucinogenic scent in the room.
Nora pinched the inside of her thigh fiercely, using the pain to keep herself alert.
She couldn't stay here; she needed to leave immediately!
But as she was about to turn away, her wrist was caught in a firm grip.
Soon after, she was pulled onto the bed.
"Amelia."
Mr. Smith's eyes were hazy; he was murmuring Amelia's name and leaned down to kiss her.
Nora's eyes widened as she quickly dodged.
Mr. Smith mistook her for his Amelia!
Panic flashed in her eyes, but she maintained her composure. She reached into her pocket, pulled out a silver needle, and swiftly jabbed it into Smith's neck.
Smith let out a muffled groan and then lay motionless atop her.
Nora pushed him off quickly and, staggering to her feet, rushed to open the window, allowing fresh air to fill the room.
She took deep breaths, willing her dizzy head to clear.
After a moment, as her head felt less foggy, Nora steadied herself and looked back at the man on the bed, her thoughts finally beginning to whirl.
This had to be a trap!
The server who brought her over was clearly trying to get her entangled with Mr. Smith.
What if someone soon barged in with Amelia to catch them in the act?
Amelia's positive impression of her would switch to disdain in the blink of an eye if she saw them together.
And just like that, any chance at collaboration would go down the drain.
The ones orchestrating this setup would be the only winners.
Feeling a chill at the thought, Nora composed herself and quickly walked to the door, opening it and looking around.
Thankfully, the hallway was empty. She stepped briskly out of the room and into the stairwell, bracing for what was to come.
After about ten minutes, Nora heard footsteps and voices approaching.
She held her breath and listened in on Amelia and Gayle's conversation.
"How could he overindulge like that?"
"Amelia, that's on me. I just wanted to make sure you enjoyed the best dining, drinking, and entertainment Bescosarst has to offer."
Nora's guess was spot-on; Gayle was leading Amelia here!
Peeking out, Nora saw Gayle grinning and walking with Amelia toward Room 308.
Following behind were Aaron in his wheelchair and a few others in their party.
Gayle locked eyes with Finn and deliberately asked, "Finn, why are you the only one with Amelia? Where's Nora?"
Faking ignorance, Finn replied, "Isn't she with Mr. Gordon?"
"Is that so? Mr. Gordon, what did you need Nora for?" Gayle inquired, looking toward Aaron.
Since when had he sent for Nora?
Aaron's eyes narrowed slightly.
As he registered Gayle's malicious grin, a thought crossed his mind, and his expression soured.
Had Gayle used his name as a pretense to lure Nora away and then...?
At that moment, Gayle's assistant flung the door open.
The lights flickered on, revealing eager faces expecting a spectacle.
They were all awaiting Nora's embarrassment!
But the room was eerily quiet, with no sounds of lovemaking as they had imagined.
The window was wide open, and on the bed lay Smith alone.
Gayle's face fell, and he instinctively moved toward the window.
Where was Nora?
Had she escaped through the window?
As Amelia approached the bed and saw Smith deep in sleep, she chided playfully, "You really drank too much. Come on, Smith, wake up."
But Smith remained unresponsive.
Amelia frowned and nudged him again, worry glinting in her eyes. "How much did you drink? You're not suffering from alcohol poisoning, are you?"
Gayle glanced out the window but saw no sign of Nora.
His expression darkened slightly as he turned to look at Smith on the bed, his eyes flashing. "Mr. Smith's really had too much. We should get Nora. Doesn't she practice acupuncture? Maybe she could help sober him up."
"Are you looking for me?"
Nora entered from the doorway, her demeanor as calm as ever.
Gayle stiffened.
How could this woman be completely fine?
And she came from outside?
Didn't the waiter say he saw her going into a room?
"Nora, where'd you go? We didn't see you around for a while," Finn said, suppressing his surprise and asking with a smile.
"I went back to my room for a bit, I had to grab something for Mr. Gordon."
Nora glanced at Aaron and flashed a gentle smile.
Aaron looked her up and down, relieved to see her standing there unharmed.
Though he hadn't figured out what had happened, he was just glad she was safe.
"Nora, Mr. Smith's had a bit too much to drink. Could your acupuncture skills help wake him up?" Aaron seized the opportunity to ask.
"Sure."
Nora offered an assuring smile to Amelia and then pulled out a silver needle, deftly inserting it into one of Smith's acupoints.
Before long, Smith started to come around.
Amelia sighed in relief and asked, "Smith, how are you feeling now? Anything uncomfortable?"
Sitting up, Smith looked around at everyone and said, "I'm fine. What's with the crowd?"
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