Chapter 1058 Scattered Memories
"Why do I only have these scattered memories of Heather? I can't remember our past together," Yancy thought.
Heather was curled up on the bed, looking miserable. One hand was on her stomach, and the other just hung there.
Her face went pale.
Yancy frowned. "You okay?"
Heather lowered her head and dry-heaved. Then she got out of bed and stumbled toward the bathroom.
Seeing her wobble, Yancy reached out to steady her. Heather leaned over the sink, puking non-stop. The air reeked, but Yancy stayed put, watching her pale face and dazed eyes. He grabbed a towel, wet it, and wiped her cheeks. "You're such a handful!"
After he cleaned her up, Heather could barely stand and almost collapsed. Yancy carried her back to the bed. Noticing her clothes were soaked, he helped her out of them.
Underneath, she wore a black bra. Her skin was delicate, and her chest rose and fell, making Yancy's eyes darken.
Heather had a killer figure; he always knew that.
She was pretty, with a good vibe, easy on the eyes. The beauty mark under her eye only added to her charm, but it was her figure that truly stole the show.
Yancy sat by the bed and put a bathrobe on her, his fingers trembling as they touched her soft, warm skin.
Suddenly, Heather hugged him, her soft body carrying a gentle fragrance that clouded his mind. Yancy gently pinched her slender waist and pressed her onto the bed, almost losing control. "Heather, you asked for this."
The next morning, Heather woke up with a pounding headache and a dry mouth. She only remembered working late and drinking too much last night.
Heather sat up and looked around, frowning slightly.
"This isn't my place. How did I end up here?" Her eyes widened as she sat up, wondering, 'Where am I?'
She moved a bit, feeling a wave of soreness. She froze, her face going pale.
Lifting the blanket, she found herself completely naked.
'Was I violated last night?' Thinking about it, Heather gritted her teeth and suddenly heard the sound of running water from the bathroom.
'Did I get drunk and come to a hotel with someone last night? No! I vaguely remember someone taking me away last night,' she thought.
Her clothes were scattered all over the floor.
Heather bent down to pick up her clothes and found one of the shirts wrinkled and torn. She put on her coat and grabbed a fruit knife, walking barefoot to the bathroom door.
The sound of water stopped. Then, the bathroom door opened.
Yancy walked out wrapped in a towel, water dripping from his hair, running down his sharply defined, handsome face. He looked at Heather standing outside the bathroom and raised an eyebrow. "Awake?"
Heather's throat tightened as she looked at him, eyes wide with shock, realizing it was Yancy.
"Last night?" she croaked.
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