Contract Marriage: Abusive Love with Mr.CEO-Chapter 432 - 229: Facing You, the Sunshine Is Brilliant From Now On

Chapter 432: Chapter 229: Facing You, the Sunshine Is Brilliant From Now On

He placed her on the bed...

Howard Geoffrey looked on helplessly.

Rebecca Quentin’s entire body was tinted with a layer of pink due to the heat.

She gazed at his handsome face with a drunken allure, "Can you not leave, stay with me..."

The fragrance from Rebecca Quentin’s post-bath body strongly enveloped Howard Geoffrey’s senses, making every breath he took filled with her scent, her pheromones...

Especially as she initiated a kiss on his lips...

She closed her eyes, unable to discern who was in front of her, yet intensely desiring his touch.

He knew there must be drugs influencing her body, but the surge of desire made him uncontrollable at that moment... 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞

Thus, when she leaned in to kiss him, he grasped her waist and bent down to kiss her back.

The next day.

Sunlight streamed into the room through the floor-to-ceiling windows...

Rebecca Quentin was gently awakened by the light stimulating her eyelashes.

The first sensation upon waking was a severe headache...

She murmured softly, holding her heavy forehead, slowly sitting up.

The quilt slipped off her body, a breeze of coolness swept over her, unaccustomed to the sensation, she glanced down at herself, and that glance widened her still sleepy eyes.

She almost instantly pulled the quilt over herself, her face turning pale with shock.

How could this happen...

Her mind started racing.

Attended a banquet, then saw him with Alice Robinson, then Chester Robinson brought her back, and then...

Rebecca Quentin knocked her head, but from then on, she couldn’t remember a thing?

Did she fall asleep in Chester Robinson’s car?

If she fell asleep, how did she end up in this unfamiliar hotel...

Rebecca Quentin looked around again, trying hard to find something that could prompt her memory...

Finally, upon seeing that wine cabinet, she vaguely remembered something.

She felt hot, got up to look for water, and somehow saw that bottle of red wine, and because she was thirsty, she just kept drinking...

Her gaze shifted to the empty bottle by the wine cabinet, only now did she realize her headache was a result of last night’s hangover.

Irritated by how she ended up in this hotel, not only drinking but also...

Rebecca Quentin pulled the quilt aside to look at herself, the complete nakedness making her head ache worse.

How could this happen?

How did she end up on this bed...

Why couldn’t she remember anything?

Any woman in Rebecca Quentin’s current situation would surely feel uneasy and apprehensive.

Rebecca Quentin had a headache too painful to think, and she immediately wrapped herself in the quilt and got up.

Her body still a bit shaky, she stood on the bed for quite a while before she could stand steadily on the floor.

Looking at the disheveled bed, her gaze suddenly fixed on the men’s shirt on it.

She frowned, walked over, and picked up the shirt from the bed.

Almost the moment she touched the fabric of the shirt, she realized something.

This was the brand of shirt he often wore, she had even asked him why he didn’t choose other brands, he had answered that he didn’t have the time.

Later she had bought shirts for him a few times, picking various brands, but on him, the effect was the same - always so handsome and stylish, like he was born to be a model, never selective about clothes.

Eventually, she felt there was no need to choose brands for him, as the effect was always the same.

How coincidental is it that this shirt just so happened to be his chosen brand?

While Rebecca Quentin’s suspicions were still uncertain, the watch standing on the table made her breath catch.

Casually seeing that watch, she went over and picked it up.

She could confirm this watch was his, as only he in the world possessed this piece... a limited edition designed for him by designer XXX, entirely handcrafted, a price beyond imagination.

Oh my God...

Could this be his room?

Rebecca Quentin stood dazed, rooted to the spot.

After failing to recall any details of the event, she began searching for her own clothes.

She searched through the room, only finding her evening bag, nothing else, and thus walked to the bathroom.

What stunned her was finding her dress from last night along with all her intimate wear piled on the floor.

She feared she’d never be able to convince herself nothing happened last night...

Dumbfoundedly putting her dress back on, Rebecca Quentin steadied her weary body and stepped out of the suite.