Chapter 809: Deliberately Causing Trouble
Charles watched as Hannah seemed about to puke. Before he could react, she leaned over and threw up on his chest.
The moment's beauty vanished.
Charles found it funny he'd mistaken Hannah for Violet. His Violet would never drink or act crazy when drunk.
He couldn't stay there. He grabbed Hannah by the collar and dragged her out of Starlight Bistro, driving her back to her apartment. Luckily, it was close to the company, so they got there in minutes.
By the time they arrived, Hannah was sound asleep but still reeked. Charles was disgusted. He'd never seen a woman in such a state. Anyone friends with Stella couldn't be normal.
He took a deep breath, looked around the simple apartment, and reluctantly called Stella.
"When are you coming?" he asked, unable to stand it any longer.
"Sorry, I'm still working! I'll come as soon as I can! Please look after her for a bit," Stella said, then hung up.
Charles was frustrated. For the sake of those thousand stars, he stayed. He went to the bathroom, cleaned the soiled clothes, and washed himself.
Stella still hadn't arrived. Charles looked at the sleeping Hannah, struggled mentally, then took a clean blanket, undressed her, covered her, and threw the dirty clothes in the laundry basket.
The room still smelled. He opened the window, and once the smell dissipated, he sat on the couch to wait for Stella.
Three hours passed. Stella still hadn't come. Charles called her, and just as he did, he heard a phone ringing outside the door.
He opened the door to find Stella, ear pressed against it, eavesdropping.
"What are you doing?" he asked, annoyed.
Stella laughed, slipped past him, and said, "What a coincidence, I just got here. How's Hannah? Was it tiring to take care of her?"
She noticed Hannah wasn't wearing clothes and screamed, "Why isn't Hannah wearing clothes? Did you take advantage of her?"
Charles's veins bulged. Sometimes, he wanted to see what was inside her head.
"She threw up all over herself! You didn't come, so was I supposed to leave her like that?"
Stella sniffed the air, feeling both disappointed and embarrassed.
"Sorry, Charles! I misunderstood. Seeing you both without clothes, it's hard not to think that."
She added, "You've been together for so long, and nothing happened? Is something wrong with you? I know a great urologist. Want me to take you?"
Charles gritted his teeth, "Say that one more time?"
Stella was a bit scared by his look.
Stella quickly changed the subject, "It's your fault! What kind of department did you put her in? Everyone's bullying her! She wouldn't have gone to that dinner if it weren't for that! Hannah never drinks; they must've forced her."
Charles knew what she meant but didn't argue. "Since you're here, I'm leaving. Take care of her."
He left without looking back. Stella watched him go, then glanced at Hannah with a smug smile, "I don't believe you won't fall for Hannah!"
The next day, Hannah's alarm woke her. She rubbed her temples, trying to remember where she was. Stella's voice broke the silence.
"Awake?" Stella asked.
Hannah sat up, surprised, "What are you doing here?"
Stella handed her a cup of hangover soup, rolling her eyes, "You don't remember anything?"
"Remember what?" Hannah asked, puzzled.
"Drink this; it'll help your headache," Stella said.
"Thanks," Hannah replied, sipping the soup. Suddenly, fragmented memories flashed in her mind.
"I want to go home. You're a bad person. I'll beat you to death. Help, someone save me. Stella, where are you?"
Hannah paused, looking worried. "Stella, who brought me back last night?"
Stella saw her expression and knew she remembered. "Do you remember?"
Hannah's eyes widened in horror, "So, it wasn't a dream? It was real?"
Stella nodded. Hannah was desperate. She handed the bowl back, grabbed a pillow, and covered her face, lying back on the bed.
"It's over. I think I threw up on Charles. I'm done."
And Charles had taken her home. Stella pulled her up.
"I don't know about last night, but if you keep this up, you'll be late today!"
Hannah grabbed her phone, saw the time, and ran to the bathroom. "I'm late!"
Stella watched her, concerned, "Are you still going? I think they made you drink on purpose."
Hannah kept brushing her hair. "Charles arranged this; I have to stick with it! I like this job! If I can't handle it, I'll quit. Don't worry!"
Stella nodded, "If they bully you, tell me. I'll get revenge."
Hannah smiled, "I won't let them bully me!"
She noticed a suit jacket hanging nearby. "Stella, is this Charles's jacket?"
Stella looked, "Seems so! He probably forgot it last night."
Hannah didn't say more. After getting ready, she put the jacket in a bag and took it to the dry cleaner before heading to work.
She was late. When she arrived, everyone looked at her with schadenfreude. Before she could apologize, Gordon's angry voice boomed, "Late on your second day? Don't think having connections means you can ignore the rules!"
His attitude was completely different from yesterday.
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