Chapter 375 What's Your Name?
Ulysses's long eyelashes fluttered wildly, and his heart raced uncontrollably.
His heart rarely beat this fast, and this time it was because of the restless woman in his arms, both in her gaze and her movements.
It wasn't that he was moved; rather, Sarah looked almost identical to Evelyn. Holding "Evelyn," who was still trying to seduce him, left him momentarily at a loss.
"I... I feel like throwing up," Sarah's tear-filled eyes glistened as her soft body began to slump.
She had drunk quite a bit and danced, and now her stomach was churning, making her feel miserable. "Help me, I need to throw up. I can't take it anymore."
If it were any other woman, Ulysses would have tossed her aside, far enough to avoid being vomited on.
But because of that face, he couldn't refuse. He scooped up Sarah's limp waist with one hand and effortlessly carried her towards the restroom.
The crowd on the dance floor was stunned!
"His arm strength is amazing! I wonder what it feels like to be held by him!"
"But seriously, don't you think the woman he carried away looks a lot like Evelyn, the famous daughter of the Taylor family who has been trending several times?"
"Could it be Evelyn? I noticed her as soon as she came in; that's definitely Evelyn's face!"
"What are you thinking? Why would Evelyn come to a place like this? And even if she did, wouldn't she be surrounded by bodyguards? Her dad is Charlie, after all! It's probably just a woman who likes Evelyn's face and had surgery to look like her."
Ulysses couldn't enter the women's restroom, so he took Sarah directly into the men's restroom.
Sarah held onto the sink with both hands, vomiting violently into it.
Ulysses leaned against the wall, lit a cigarette, and occasionally glanced at her.
Maybe because of their brief interaction, he now gradually felt that this woman didn't look as much like Evelyn as he initially thought.
After all, Evelyn had an unparalleled beauty that no other woman could match.
Sarah finished vomiting, washed her face, rinsed her mouth, and stared at her pale, sickly reflection in the mirror.
That face, so much like Evelyn's, was carefully chosen for her by Gilbert.
Her heart ached sharply, and she clutched her chest, gently rubbing it, biting her lip in a self-mocking smile.
"Done throwing up? Feeling better?"
Sarah seemed to only then realize someone was beside her, and she widened her eyes in shock, letting out a scream.
"What? I brought you in here." Ulysses crossed his arms, looking at her with an amused expression. "You asked me to bring you to the restroom to throw up, and now that you're done, you're acting like you don't know me."
"When did I ask you to bring me in here? This is the women's restroom; you should leave immediately." Sarah's body was still a bit unsteady, but her vigilance was high.
Now that her mind was clearer, she could see Ulysses's tall, slender figure and his handsome, elegant face.
His clean eyebrows were slightly raised, his eyes full of teasing and nonchalance, with a touch of lazy casualness, calm and unruffled.
Sarah's cheeks suddenly felt hot, and her heart beat a little faster.
She could hardly believe that she would feel such a subtle emotion for a man other than Gilbert.
"Women's restroom? Look at the urinals. Does this look like a women's restroom?" Ulysses smiled, "You're the one who should leave."
Sarah's fair face turned even redder. She lowered her head and was about to turn and leave quickly when Ulysses suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her back forcefully.
Sarah collided with Ulysses's hard chest again, making her scalp tingle and her heart race uncontrollably.
Ulysses's deep eyes gazed at her, his thin lips curving into a charming, teasing smile. "You're just going to leave like that? You haven't even thanked me yet."
"Th-thank you," Sarah's beautiful eyes flickered, her breathing erratic.
"Has anyone ever told you that you look a lot like someone?" Ulysses's warm breath brushed against her flushed nose, his cold eyes softening a bit.
Sarah's heart tightened, and she struggled to break free, but Ulysses held her tightly.
"No, I don't look like anyone. I am who I am."
For some reason, she felt very timid and inferior, like a poor imitation.
This face, only Gilbert liked.
The world admired the original owner of this face, Evelyn, the daughter of the Taylor family.
"Alright, then tell me, who are you?"
Ulysses's probing gaze lingered on her obviously panicked expression. "What's your name?"
"Sa..."
Before Sarah could finish speaking, her phone rang.
She hurriedly took out her phone, and seeing "Boss" on the screen, her face turned pale as she used all her strength to break free from Ulysses's embrace and fled out the door in a panic.
Ulysses raised an eyebrow, his curiosity piqued, and he followed her out.
Sarah didn't dare to leave through the front door and instead hurried out the back.
As soon as she stepped outside, a blinding spotlight shone directly on her face, forcing her to shield her eyes with her arm.
At that moment, a bodyguard approached her.
"Miss Morgan, the boss is waiting for you. Please go over."
"Yes."
At this moment, Sarah was completely sober. She walked with heavy steps towards the black luxury car, her expression tense.
Inside was Gilbert, the man she thought about day and night.
But now, with her beloved so close, all she felt was fear.
The car door opened, and Sarah carefully got in.
As soon as the door closed, Gilbert's clear but heavily angry voice rang out in the darkness.
"What did I tell you? I said you were not to return to Mugden without my orders. And so quickly, you forgot?"
"I'm sorry, Mr. Alexander, I—"
The next second, Sarah felt a darkness envelop her, and a choking pain at her neck made it impossible to breathe!
Gilbert had turned and grabbed Sarah's neck, pinning her viciously against the car seat!
"Sorry? You think a simple sorry is enough? Do you know how much trouble your reckless actions could cause me?"
"Sorry." Sarah's face turned red, and her consciousness began to blur.
"I told you, even in Mugden, you should only appear at the Rose Club, hiding by day and coming out at night! You are my carefully crafted trump card, my possession. You do what I tell you to do. You have no right to flaunt yourself, let alone act recklessly!"
Gilbert's eyes were full of malice, and his grip on her neck tightened, as if he wanted to snap it!
Curtis, sitting in the front seat, saw that Sarah was about to pass out and quickly pleaded for her, sweating profusely. "Mr. Alexander! Miss Morgan can't take it anymore! Please, for the sake of her years of loyalty to you, let her go this once!
"Miss Morgan disobeyed your orders and snuck back, but wasn't it to see you? Everything she does is for you. Please, let her go this time!"
Gilbert coldly stared at the face that looked like a work of art, exhaled a breath, and released her.
Sarah, drenched in sweat, her face turning from red to white, gasped for air, her tear-filled eyes fixed on Gilbert.
Even after being hurt like this, she didn't blame him at all, only herself for making him angry.
"I'm sorry, Mr. Alexander, I'm sorry." Sarah clutched her neck in pain, only repeatedly apologizing to him.
Gilbert didn't even look at her. He pulled out a white silk handkerchief from his pocket, slowly wiped his hands, and then threw the handkerchief out the window, his expression full of disdain. "With this face, you should spend a lot of money to maintain it when you get back.
"If it weren't for this face, I would have killed you already."
Sarah's heart felt like it was being cut by a knife, her whole body trembling. "Thank you, thank you."
Suddenly, Gilbert adjusted his glasses and asked in a deep voice, "In the bar, did any man touch you?"
"No, no, I accidentally bumped into a man. I drank too much and lost my composure, made a fool of myself." Sarah's heart tightened, and she quickly took all the blame upon herself.
Gilbert gave her a cold glance and spoke to Curtis, "Find out who that man is, his identity, and his background."
"Yes, Mr. Alexander."
Sarah's hands, resting on her lap, clutched her skirt tightly.
She felt a bit sorry for that man.
But she also knew that Gilbert was this kind of person. He hated it the most when people touched his things.
Did that mean, indirectly, that Gilbert had some genuine feelings for her? Even if those feelings were tied to Evelyn, there must be a little bit of affection for her, right?
The luxury car sped out of the alley, disappearing into the night.
At this moment, Ulysses, with his hands in his suit pockets, leisurely walked to the center of the alley.
Looking in the direction the car had left, he slowly narrowed his deep eyes.
"Sarah Morgan?"
And he also memorized the license plate number of the luxury car.
Meanwhile, Simon wasn't idle either.
He never expected that after coming to the bar for the first time in a long while, he would run into Betty!
At the entrance of a private room, a half-drunk Betty was being dragged out by two middle-aged foreign men in suits. She was too weak from the alcohol to resist the two tall, burly men.
"Let go of me, I want to go back!" Betty kept leaning back, trying to regain her balance.
The smiles on the two foreign men's faces grew more lecherous, ignoring her protests, intent on dragging her to a secluded spot to enjoy her.
"Let go of me!"
"Let her go."
At that moment, a cold male voice overlapped with her cries.
Betty squinted her blurry eyes and looked up in astonishment, meeting Simon's handsome, angry face.
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