Chapter 778
Gray was completely unprepared for her move. He let out a muffled groan, and his entire face turned an abnormal shade of red from the pain.
Of course, this forced him to immediately release the hand covering Shirley's mouth and nose and instead clutch his own injury.
Shirley quickly rolled off Gray, furious. "Murder! Trying to kill me while I'm drunk, Gray, I never thought you were this kind of person!"
Shirley stood with her hands on her hips, her head throbbing but her anger even more intense.
Thinking back to the private room in the restaurant, where Gray sat high and mighty in the main seat, forcing her to drink bottle after bottle, Shirley felt a pang of resentment and frustration.
But she never expected Gray to be even more despicable, trying to smother her while she was passed out?
And her whole body hurt, as if she had been beaten and run over by a car.
But she couldn't remember what had happened, her memory only went back to drinking in the private room.
He must have done something to her while she was unconscious.
"Gray, did you hit me while I was passed out?" Shirley moved her shoulders and back, feeling even more sore all over.
But she noticed that Gray's condition didn't seem right either. She had been yelling angrily for a while, but that despicable Gray was still curled up on the ground?
This wasn't like Gray at all.
Shirley frowned, "Gray? What's wrong with you? Stop lying there trying to scam me."
Gray curled up and moved slightly, letting out a faint groan of immense pain.
Shirley's frown deepened, and she nervously licked her lips. "Hey, are you serious?"
So fragile?
She didn't think she had used that much force.
She tried to recall again, her head heavy, and she thought maybe she had used a bit more force in her panic?
"Gray, you can't be serious!"
Shirley's face changed dramatically, and she quickly squatted down to check on Gray, muttering under her breath.
"Stop pretending, are you waiting for me to get close so you can counterattack? If you really do that, I won't hold back."
However, when she saw Gray's face covered in cold sweat, his complexion excessively pale, and his expression extremely pained, she really started to panic.
"No way, I just bumped you, how can it be this serious!"
Gray had just endured a wave of excruciating pain and slowly unclenched his tightly gritted teeth.
He opened his heavy-lidded eyes and looked at the clueless Shirley in front of him.
"Do you even know where you hit?"
Gray's voice was weak with pain, and Shirley was genuinely worried and guilty.
Seeing Gray like that, she inexplicably squeezed her legs together.
But she was always stubborn, retorting, "Why did you attack me while I was asleep? You must have pinched my chest, it hurts so much! Did I fight back? So you didn't succeed and tried to smother me!"
Her logic was smooth, and the more she thought about it, the more it seemed to make sense.
Especially when Shirley looked down and saw that her clothes were gone, replaced by a thin silk nightgown, Shirley felt her reasoning was spot on. So, Gray didn't deserve sympathy, he deserved to be kicked.
Gray gritted his teeth, of course her chest hurt.
It was lucky Shirley didn't have implants, or they would have been knocked out when she fell headfirst into the pool.
"Help me to the bed!" Gray said through gritted teeth.
Seeing him so weak that he couldn't even stand, Shirley became a bit anxious.
Could she really have messed up his manhood?
If that were the case, the Flores family would kill her.
Shirley panicked, not caring about whose fault it was anymore, and reached out to help Gray.
She tried to help him up, but seeing Gray release his hand from his groin to support himself on the ground, struggling, she became really anxious and bent down to lift Gray off the ground.
For the first time in his life, Gray was princess-carried, and by a petite woman with thin arms and legs.
He was in a state of shock, clinging to Shirley's shoulder.
"Shirley, are you even a woman? Put me down!"
They were already by the bed, and Shirley, hearing this, directly threw the delicate Mr. Flores onto the bed.
"Shirley!" Gray fell onto the bed, feeling like he had lost all his dignity today.
He gritted his teeth, his jawline even more pronounced, his gaze sharp as a knife.
Gray already had a somewhat menacing look, and when he won the newcomer award, he played a drug lord, a role so fierce it left a deep impression.
Some netizens even suggested the police investigate him, seriously suspecting Gray was a real criminal.
Any other woman seeing him like this would probably be crying and begging for mercy.
But Shirley wasn't afraid of him, instead squinting her eyes and suspiciously examining Gray. "Suddenly so full of energy, are you faking your injury? Are you actually fine?"
Gray thought this was bad and curled up again, angrily saying. "Fake what! You know what you did, don't you? What are you standing there for, go get a doctor!"
Shirley, scolded by him, saw his expression didn't seem fake.
And considering how embarrassing this was, with Gray's prideful nature, if he was fine, he would never call a doctor.
Thinking of this, Shirley became worried again.
"Hold on, I'll go get a doctor." She said and ran out.
Shirley didn't expect that as soon as she stepped out, the door to the room opposite opened, and Lillian stepped out.
"Lillian? What are you doing here?"
Shirley was surprised, how long had she been asleep, and how much had she forgotten?
Lillian took a few steps forward, "You have the nerve to ask, you almost gave me a heart attack just now."
Shirley looked confused, but she remembered there was someone inside needing urgent care.
She didn't ask more, quickly closing the door.
"Lillian, I need to go downstairs." Shirley looked slightly embarrassed, saying as she hurriedly ran downstairs.
Lillian had heard some shouting from the room and found it strange.
But clearly, if there was a fight, seeing Shirley like this, the one injured and screaming wasn't Shirley.
Lillian smiled and quickly followed. "Shirley, you didn't do anything to Gray, did you?"
Lillian stood at the top of the stairs, laughing as she called after Shirley.
Shirley had already run down the stairs and felt like covering her face.
She felt a bit embarrassed, and this matter could damage Gray's reputation. If she really had damaged his penis with a kick, the fewer people who knew, the better.
Shirley didn't look back, just waved her hand.
"No, I'm just really hungry, looking for something to eat!"
She heard sounds from the kitchen and ran towards it.
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