Pampered By My Fake Boyfriend's Brother-Chapter 457 Last Night

"A-Auntie..." Shen Jingrou called out with a hoarse voice.

The husky voice echoed in the bedroom.

Shen Jingrou’s brows furrowed deeply, sensing something amiss.

There was absolutely nothing that could be cluttered at her bedside, so what did she just knock over?

In her anxiety, she reached for the switch at the bedside again, but the smooth wall held nothing.

Panic-stricken, Shen Jingrou tried to get up from the bed, but when her body moved slightly, a wave of soreness spread through her.

At that moment, she felt as if something had crushed her, the pain causing her to gasp repeatedly.

"Auntie... Auntie..."

She grew increasingly uneasy, and in the dim environment, she ignored the pain in her throat and called out loudly.

"Knock knock..."

A faint knocking made Shen Jingrou stop shouting, "Come in."

Soon, the bedroom door was pushed open. Seeing the room in darkness, the auntie cautiously asked, "Miss Shen, do you need the light on?"

Upon hearing the address, Shen Jingrou sat up as if facing a formidable enemy, "Turn on the light, please."

The auntie, hearing something off in her tone, showed a hint of awkwardness on her face before turning on the lights.

In the blink of an eye, the bedroom became bright.

The auntie walked to the windowsill, drew the curtains open, and poured her a glass of water to soothe her throat.

Shen Jingrou’s head was still somewhat groggy. She took a sip of water, waiting for the discomfort in her throat to ease before she began to survey her surroundings.

The bedroom before her felt both unfamiliar and familiar at the same time. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Suddenly, a light bulb went off in her mind.

Looking at the style of the bedroom decor, wasn’t this Lin Yue’s room? And the auntie before her also gave her a sense of déjà vu.

Seeing her lightly rub her forehead with a puzzled expression, the auntie, following Mr. Lin’s instructions, said verbatim, "Miss Shen, Mr. Lin saw you had too much to drink last night and brought you back to his room to rest." As she spoke, her eyes unconsciously landed on her neck and shoulders...

Shen Jingrou’s body was covered with marks, red and purple patches, which looked quite alarming.

"He brought me here?" Shen Jingrou muttered, not thinking much of it until she realized the auntie was staring at her, prompting her to lower her head slowly.

This glance made her face instantly turn pale.

"I want to be alone for a while." Shen Jingrou clutched the quilt tightly, pulling it up to her chin.

The auntie, sensing the atmosphere was off, quickly retreated, "Alright, Miss Shen."

When only Shen Jingrou was left in the bedroom, her hands gripping the thin quilt began to tremble as she slowly lifted it again, wanting to confirm the thought in her mind...

However, the soreness in her body made her awareness increasingly clear.

Afterwards, she curled herself into a ball, hiding under the covers, as if it were a sanctuary.

In the living room, the auntie, after finishing a call, looked worriedly towards the bedroom.

Mr. Lin had instructed that any change in Miss Shen’s condition should be reported to him.

Before the auntie had waited in the hall for even ten minutes, she saw a tall figure approaching gracefully. She hurried forward, "Mr. Lin!"

Lin Yue, dressed in a gray coat, brushed past the auntie, striding towards the bedroom.

As night descended, many lights in the room hadn’t yet been turned on; he moved through the dimness to the bedroom door, his steps suddenly freezing as if they could no longer advance.

The auntie followed behind, hesitating, "Miss Shen didn’t seem well." Yet she couldn’t pinpoint the problem.

Hearing the auntie’s words, Lin Yue was fully aware.

He didn’t respond to the auntie, his cold eyes fixed on the tightly shut door. Everything from the previous night seemed too fantastical, making him feel as though it was a dream, yet the bite mark on his shoulder was evident proof, a testament to her tearful pleas.

As the scenes from last night replayed in his mind, the desires in his heart were reignited.

He took a deep breath and slowly pushed open the bedroom door.

The slight sound of the door opening made Shen Jingrou tense up under the covers. With a sob, she spoke, "Auntie, I want to be alone." Her tone carried a hint of annoyance.

Lin Yue heard her slightly hoarse voice, and a hint of softness crossed his heart. Watching where the covers bulged, his gaze grew darker.

She hadn’t heard any footsteps leaving, and with her complex emotions at the moment, she pulled the covers aside, annoyedly saying, "Get..."

Before she could finish the word, her panicked gaze met the man’s intense eyes.

At this moment, she sat quietly, her clothes slipping to her arms, revealing a fair shoulder, and farther down...

Lin Yue’s gaze grew more fervent.

Seeing the man’s expression, Shen Jingrou quickly pulled the quilt over herself, a blush spreading across her pale face.

After a long while, she huffed out, "Pervert..."

Lin Yue stared at her, unbothered by her murmuring.

Shen Jingrou’s palms, clenching the quilt, faintly sweated. The chaotic fragments from last night seemed to fall into place in her mind.

Biting her lip, she felt as if nothing she’d say now would matter, given that between them...

Lin Yue watched her lower her head silently, her beautiful face flickering with emotions, showing her inner turmoil.

"Don’t you have anything you want to ask?" Lin Yue broke the silence between them, speaking first.

After their relationship last night, he had been immensely anxious, fearing he’d lose her forever, so he had chosen to leave immediately after regaining some awareness.

Yet, not long after leaving Qin Land, an inner voice urged him to stop shirking away.

After all, if he had confessed his feelings boldly at the start, wouldn’t she have belonged to him from the beginning?

He had already missed Shen Jingrou once, and he wondered if he could bear seeing her in someone else’s arms again.

So when he received the auntie’s call, saying Shen Jingrou didn’t look well, he quickly turned back to his suite.

The large bedroom sank into a deathly silence.

With both hands supporting herself on the bed to stop from shaking in anger, after a long while, Shen Jingrou weakly spoke, "Last night, you..."

"We had intercourse last night," Lin Yue cut her off straightaway, directly addressing her unspoken question.

His voice was firm, as if the matter was insignificant to him.

"How could you..." Shen Jingrou looked up, her face flushed with shame and anger as she stared at him.

Her gaze held a trace of resentment. Her wet eyelashes fluttered continuously, and she appeared disheveled and dispirited, which showed how much last night’s event had affected her.