Chapter 282 Ask You Something
The driver-for-hire was just doing his job, never expecting to encounter such a ruthless person.
He shuddered and quickly pulled the car over to the side of the road, raising his hands cautiously as he got out.
Colin calmly slid into the driver's seat, twirling the gun in his hand before casually saying, "It's a fake."
The driver's initial anger was cut short as Colin sped off, leaving behind a single message: "Tell Caleb, if he wants to see me, he should come himself!"
As the car disappeared into the night, the street returned to its quiet state, leaving the driver standing alone, staring at the fading taillights with a sense of lingering fear.
The next morning, as the first rays of sunlight peeked through the curtains, Bella woke up from her deep sleep.
The aftermath of last night's party was a pounding headache. She shifted slightly, intending to rest a bit longer.
However, as she moved, she felt a wave of soreness throughout her body, causing her to frown.
As her memory slowly returned, Bella's eyes snapped open. She vaguely remembered Sterling coming to the bar to find her, but everything after that was a blur.
She didn't have much faith in her drinking habits and doubted Sterling would have let her off easily.
Ignoring the discomfort, Bella forced herself out of bed. The moment her feet touched the floor, she nearly collapsed.
The unsteady feeling was like walking on clouds, making her feel uneasy.
What shocked her more was realizing she wasn't wearing anything.
Trying to stay calm, Bella walked into the bathroom and took a shower.
In the mirror, she saw the kiss marks scattered across her body. It didn't take much to figure out what had happened last night, explaining her soreness. Yet, she had no memory of it.
Just then, Zoey's voice came from outside the bedroom door. "Mrs. Windsor, are you up? Mr. Windsor asked me to clean the room once you're awake."
Bella composed herself and opened the door, trying to act nonchalant.
Zoey greeted her with a knowing smile. "Mr. Windsor was really worried about you. He didn't want me to disturb your sleep. You were out cold when you got home, and he had to carry you to bed and bathe you. He's quite considerate."
Bella forced a smile, though she felt uneasy inside. She was in pain and finally understood the saying, "Drinking causes trouble."
She responded to Zoey's chatter half-heartedly. "Alright, you can clean. I'll go downstairs for breakfast."
Zoey nodded and started cleaning the room.
Bella glanced at the trash can in the corner, noticing it was almost empty except for a few tissues. Her heart skipped a beat.
If Sterling had Zoey clean now, it meant the room hadn't been tidied before. But why were there no signs of condoms in the trash?
Did they not use any protection last night? This thought made her even more anxious.
As Bella sat down for breakfast, her phone buzzed with a message from Sterling, asking if she was awake.
Her heart raced. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself, and replied simply: [Yeah, I'm up.]
Almost immediately, Sterling called. His tone seemed pleasant, which eased her nerves a bit. "Hey, how are you feeling?"
"Yeah, I'm having breakfast," she replied, trying to sound casual.
Unlike usual, Sterling didn't end the call quickly but continued the conversation. "Eat something light. You must be feeling rough after drinking. If you're free, come to the office later. You'll be bored at home."
Bella agreed, though she felt frustrated.
She wished she had the courage to ask about last night. It was just a question about protection, right? Why was it so hard to ask? But if she didn't, she'd keep worrying.
The entire morning, Bella was consumed with anxiety. It wasn't until 2 PM that she slowly made her way to the Windsor Group building.
All the way there, she rehearsed how to ask about last night. She told herself she had to know, to avoid any future pain. She didn't want to go through another miscarriage.
When Bella reached the 46th floor, Sable opened the office door for her. Sable smiled warmly. "Mr. Windsor is expecting you."
Bella smiled back, though she felt nervous. She walked into the office and gently closed the door.
Sterling was busy at his desk but looked up when he heard her. His expression softened, easing her tension a bit.
"Have a seat. I'll be with you in a moment."
Bella nodded and sat down, watching Sterling work.
Her emotions were a mix of anxiety and determination. She knew she had to ask the question that had been bothering her. But how?
Her cheeks flushed, and her heart pounded. She couldn't believe she was feeling shy.
After a long internal struggle, Sterling finally finished his work and walked over to her. "Do you want something to drink? I can have Sable get it."
Bella shook her head, feeling flustered. "No, I'm fine. I'm not thirsty. You go ahead, I'll just read."
Sterling noticed her discomfort and sat beside her, reaching out to touch her forehead. "Are you feeling okay? Your face is so red."
Bella instinctively leaned back, avoiding his touch. "No, I'm fine. It's just the sun."
His hand paused, then he wrapped an arm around her waist. "I've been thinking. If you really want to go to bars, I can go with you. I never realized you could drink so much."
Bella fiddled with her dress, speaking softly. "I don't like bars. I only went because Anna was upset with Caleb and needed cheering up. By the way, I have a question."
Sterling was curious about her shy demeanor. "Go ahead."
Bella took a deep breath, mustering her courage, but still found it hard to speak.
"Um, last night… what happened? After we got home, I don't remember anything."
Sterling's tone turned slightly teasing. "Nothing special. I carried you to bed, bathed you, and then, you know, we slept. You were quite a handful drunk. My back still aches."
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