Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 430 - 228: They Were Together Last Night 4

Chapter 430: Chapter 228: They Were Together Last Night 4

"Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"No, just a bit dizzy, I really want to sleep."

"We’ll head back to the hotel now."

"Mm."

Rebecca Quentin leaned on the seat, her long lashes already lowered, and she slipped into sleep in a daze.

Chester Robinson glanced at Rebecca Quentin in the rearview mirror, then started the engine.

Ten minutes later, the car stopped in front of a five-star hotel.

Chester Robinson carefully scooped up Rebecca Quentin and walked toward the hotel.

They took the elevator straight to the fifty-eighth floor, where the attendant was already waiting.

"Mr. Robinson."

"Open the door."

"Yes."

The attendant opened the hotel room, and Chester Robinson carried Rebecca Quentin inside.

Placing Rebecca Quentin on the bed, Chester Robinson looked down at the sleeping Rebecca Quentin and softly instructed the attendant, "No matter what noise you hear in the room, do not enter until Mr. Geoffrey returns."

"Yes... but Mr. Robinson, if Mr. Geoffrey finds out I secretly helped you..."

Chester Robinson at that moment took a wad of money from his wallet and handed it to the attendant, "Is this enough?"

The attendant’s eyes lit up at the sight of the wad of dollars and quickly accepted it, "Enough, enough. With this much money, even if I get fired, it’s worth it."

"Remember what I said."

"Don’t worry."

After one last look at Rebecca Quentin, Chester Robinson then left.

Not long after Chester Robinson left, Rebecca Quentin, lying on the bed, awoke from the heat rising inside her body.

She threw off the blanket and, in a daze, looked around the unfamiliar hotel.

For a brief moment, she rationally questioned where she might be, but any clarity of thought was eroded by the drug’s effects seeping through her mind.

She felt her body getting hotter and eventually couldn’t help but sit up.

Feeling parched, she glanced around hazily and suddenly saw a variety of bottles on a bar near the window.

At that moment, her nearly lost sense of awareness only recognized these drinks as a remedy for thirst. So, she slowly slid off the bed and walked to the bar.

She took a bottle but was annoyed to find it unopened, then noticed a bottle of already opened red wine beside it, along with a wine glass.

Without thinking, Rebecca Quentin poured the red wine into the glass and drank it down as if it was water.

Fortunately, the red wine was not the kind of strong liquor that burned one’s throat immediately; as she drank it, she felt no discomfort...

Unknowingly, she drank more than half the bottle, and her body slowly slid down beside the bar.

Yet just as her thirst subsided, she once again felt the intense heat rising through her body...

This heat spread from inside out, entangling her like vines, making her want to strip away the constraints on her body.

The sound of the suite door opening echoed at that moment...

In her muddled state, she didn’t even notice...

Howard Geoffrey walked in from outside.

As he loosened his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, he approached the room.

While lowering his head to remove his watch, a strong red wine scent suddenly wafted into his nose.

He furrowed his brow and scanned the room with a glance.

His attention was first drawn to the obviously slept-in and slightly messy bed, his brow furrowed even deeper as a vague voice began whispering in his ear...

"Hot..."

Howard Geoffrey took off his watch and walked towards the source of the voice.

Suddenly, his sight fixated on the slender figure sitting against the bar.

Even Howard Geoffrey hadn’t anticipated that Rebecca Quentin would be there, and he raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"So hot..." Rebecca Quentin, unaware of Howard Geoffrey’s presence, murmured her complaint with her head down, her eyes unfocused.

As he approached Rebecca Quentin, Howard Geoffrey sternly observed her intoxicated state.

Rebecca Quentin noticed the presence of long legs in front of her and slowly lifted her eyes to look at the newcomer...

However, she seemed not to recognize Howard Geoffrey and tilted her head, inspecting him carefully, "Who are you?"

Howard Geoffrey took a glance at the bar with the half-finished bottle of red wine, his expression becoming stern and cold.

Rebecca Quentin’s delicate face was flushed from the alcohol in her system; she pouted and mumbled, "Who are you... why aren’t you speaking?"

Howard Geoffrey’s expression grew more grim, his aura chilling.

Rebecca Quentin muttered her complaint, "Don’t you have any manners... seeing someone and not speaking..."

Howard Geoffrey did not respond to Rebecca Quentin, turning away coldly.

Seeing Howard Geoffrey about to leave, Rebecca Quentin immediately reached out to hug his legs, "Hey... don’t go..."