Chapter 122 Waking Up
The whole room was done up in black, white, and gray, reflecting the owner's calm and restrained vibe. The walls were plain white, with no decorations. The bed had gray cotton sheets, soft and comfy. A simple lamp on the nightstand gave off a gentle glow. The wooden coffee table under the window had an open book and an ashtray on it. The dark gray bean bag chair looked so soft that it made people want to sink into it. The whole room felt strange but somehow comforting.
I rubbed my heavy head, feeling confused and groggy. I struggled to sit up, and as the blanket slid off, I was shocked to find myself wearing a white man's shirt. The kicker? My pants and underwear were gone. My breasts swayed slightly in the shirt, almost popping the buttons. My cheeks flushed, and my heart pounded like crazy.
I screamed in panic, grabbing the blanket to cover myself. Hearing my scream, a slightly plump woman, dressed plainly, not looking like the owner of the room, opened the door and stood there. She looked surprised and happy to see me.
"Ms. Cooper, you're finally awake," she said, her eyes full of concern and a small smile on her lips. "Mr. Wilson brought you in last night. You were pretty drunk."
I tried to remember what happened last night. Wasn't I drinking with Lila and Daisy at the bar? Where did they go? I had almost no memory of last night. I vaguely remembered Daisy getting into a fight with someone. Then who showed up? David's face slowly came into focus in my mind.
"Is this David's room?" I asked, looking around again. This decor really matched his personality: low-key and steady.
The slightly plump woman walked in, gently pulling open the curtains, a kind smile on her face. She said, "Yes, Ms. Cooper. This is one of Mr. Wilson's places. I'm the housekeeper here—you can call me Wren, just like Mr. Wilson does. Don't worry, this place is very private, no one will know you're here."
I looked at the bright sunlight outside and asked, "What time is it?"
Wren glanced at the Patek Philippe on her wrist and smiled. "It's almost 10 o'clock. Would you like something to eat?" she asked.
I couldn't help but marvel at how loaded the Wilson family was, even the housekeeper wore such an expensive watch. Hearing Wren's concerned question, I shook my head slightly and said, "No, thanks. Where's David?"
Wren looked a bit surprised and said, "Last night you were all over Mr. Wilson, crying and laughing, so he brought you here. I didn't expect you to want to see him as soon as you woke up."
Wren's words left me confused. "You said I was hugging him, crying and laughing last night?" I asked.
She nodded with a teasing smile. "Yep, you kept talking about having kids."
Hearing that, I felt my cheek burn hot, all the way to my ears.
"Last night, did I and he..." I asked hesitantly.
"Ms. Cooper, I wouldn't know about that. I'll go make you some oatmeal," Wren said as she left the room.
I rubbed my head, trying hard to remember what happened last night.
Last night, I was in David's car, my head spinning, the alcohol running wild in my veins, amplifying the pain and anger already boiling inside me. The car was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, my breath heavy with the smell of booze and deep despair.
"David..." I mumbled, my voice thick with drunkenness and endless despair, as if the despair had seeped into my soul. "Edward really found another woman to have a child with—that woman is Aria, the one he helped back then."
Every word felt like it had barbs, struggling out of my throat, accompanied by sobs, my body shaking uncontrollably.
"She clings to Edward like a stray dog every day," I shouted angrily, waving my arms aimlessly—a powerless vent of my inner dissatisfaction and resentment.
David listened to my complaints, his face darkening like the sky before a storm, becoming terrifyingly gloomy. His brows furrowed tightly, a mix of anger and pity on his face.
His hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, his knuckles turning white from the force, the whiteness stark under the dim car light.
"That bastard!" He cursed through gritted teeth. I cried even harder, tears streaming down my face, soaking my hair, dripping onto my clothes, and wetting the car seat.
Seeing me in such pain, he hugged me firmly yet gently, giving me a sense of warmth and comfort. I cried freely into his chest, my tears soaking his shirt. David just held me quietly, providing silent comfort with his embrace, an embrace that was both gentle and reassuring, giving me a glimmer of warmth and hope amidst my pain.
Thinking of my embarrassing state last night, I buried my head in my knees.
After a while, David walked in and, seeing my dejected state, smirked and teased, "Awake, Diana?"
I slowly lifted my head, my eyes filled with helplessness and despair, meeting his gaze, and softly responded.
At this moment, Wren came back into the room with my clothes. "Ms. Cooper, you vomited after getting drunk last night and dirtied your clothes. I've washed them for you, and the meal is ready. You can come out to eat after changing."
My cheeks instantly warmed, a faint blush spreading across them. After I thanked Wren, she turned and left.
David said, "Since you're awake, get up quickly. I don't take in stray dogs here."
Then he ignored me, walked straight to the bean bag chair, and sat down, starting to fiddle with his phone. His brows furrowed slightly, a shallow wrinkle forming between them, as if he was dealing with something troubling.
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