He stood up and went into the bathroom to wet a towel, intending to wipe Brettley down.
The moment he turned on the faucet, a hand grabbed his arm.
Alice smiled softly and looked at him, “I’ll do it. Didn’t you see tonight? He and I just reconciled, and I want to fu1fi11 my duties as a wife. Besides…”
She pouted in the direction of the door. “You heard him. He kept calling for me, using my old name.”
Lucas paused but finally sighed, “Alright then.”
He then walked her through the essential points she needed to remember, then turned and left. The door slammed shut behind him.
Alice and Brettley were the only two people left in the spacious presidential suite.
Alice locked the door in pure self-satisfaction. She then walked to the bed and stared down at him from her elevated position. He still muttered Bethan Peterson’s name non-stop.
“Brettley Morrison… After all these years, you’re finally mine.”
With that, she laughed in delight, turned, and headed into the bathroom.
That night was the most important night of her life. She wanted to take a nice, rose-petaled bath as a beautiful memory for herself.
Before entering the bathroom, she took out a pill from her bag and swallowed it. She was not ovulating that night, but it was a valuable chance not to be missed!
She needed to get pregnant with Brettley’s child. By then, even if her true identity was exposed, for the sake of their child, Brettley would still forgive her.
She saw with her own two eyes how much he loved children!
At the thought of that, Alice felt even more satisfied with herself.
She hummed happily and walked into the bathroom, laid down in the bathtub, and started to imagine what her future with Brettley would look like.
The night was still young; she needed to make the proper preparations. She waited for the effects of the medicine to kick in and waited for all the pieces to fall into place.
Brettley was drunk, anyway. He was in her grasp, no doubt about that.
The more she thought about it, the happier she felt, and the more agitated she grew. What she did not expect was that outside the bathroom, the man who was in bed a moment ago had sat upright in a daze.
“Water…”
He reached out blindly but could not find anything resembling a cup or a bottle of water on the bedside table. With that, he stood up with shaky legs and opened the room door.
He was too drunk. He could not even walk properly, and he leaned against the wall for support with every step he took.
Somehow, he walked to the room beside his.
The drunk man smacked the door in his drunken stupor. “Open the door. Open the door! “
At that moment, inside the room, Bethan was talking to Nigel on the phone, dressed in her pajamas.
The mother and son were engrossed in their conversation when harsh knocks rang out on the door.
Bethan recognized Brettley’s voice and chose to ignore him, but the knocks only grew louder, and the man’s voice sounded more and more anxious and agitated. “Mommy, you better go take a look. Judging from his voice, he’s drunk.”
On the other end of the phone, Nigel’s voice was polite and obedient, “We’ll talk again when you’re free! “
Then, the little boy hung up the phone.
Bethan had no choice but to head to the door and open it.
The moment the door opened, the man strode in immediately, and his body reeked of alcohol. In his intoxicated state, he fell onto Bethan’s bed in a heap. “
Honey, I want water…”
The term of endearment made the woman who held the door handle stiffen sharply. He never…called her Honey before.
Hearing him call her that was one of the dreams she wrote down in her diary. Alas, that dream only came true six years later when he was drunk.
“I want water…”
As he laid on the bed, the man opened his mouth and requested again. Bethan had no choice but to close the door and pour him a glass of water.
She held out the cup of water that was carefully heated and approached him gently. “Here, drink this.”
He nodded, climbed upright obediently, laid on the headboard of the bed, and emptied the class of water. Then, he laid back down on the big bed and clumsily tugged at his necktie.
The banquet that night was a formal event. He even wore a suit and tie. At that moment, the tie seemed to be making him uncomfortable.
She sighed, walked to him, and bent down to undo his necktie. She placed it on the bedside table, then unbuttoned the two topmost buttons of his shirt, wanting to make it more comfortable for him.
Unexpectedly, when she reached out to unbutton the second button, his large hands locked onto her slim waist. “Honey… Bethan Peterson…”
He repeated the same two phrases as he pulled her harshly into his chest. “I miss you so much…”
Bethan frowned and struggled instinctively, but no matter how hard she tried, she could not break free from his grasp. Finally, all she could do was lay on his chest in defeat.
Feeling his warm breath and the steady beat of his heart, she laughed helplessly. “Brettley, which one is the real you?”
The cruel and vicious man was from six years ago, or the loyal and loving man in front of her eyes six years later?
A minute ago, he could say he wanted to divorce Alice and came all the way to Sea City to see Hailey, but he then said Alice was innocent, that it was all a lie.
His words… Which ones were true, and which were lies?
In the room next door, Alice finally finished her shower.
She blow-dried her hair, humming in a good mood, and walked out with a towel wrapped around her.
The room was empty.
The door to the suite was left wide open, while the man who should have been lying on the bed was nowhere to be seen.
“Oh, no! “
Alice stomped her foot in fury, shrugged on some clothes, and called the hotel staff, “I need to find someone. Get me the CCTV recording for the topmost floor! “
After she was dressed, she ran out of the suite and headed straight to the surveillance room on the topmost floor.
In the surveillance room, a staff member was reeling the tapes of the CCTV recording. Finally, he pointed to the dazed man on the screen. “It looks like Mr.
Morrison left the room in his drunken stupor and went to the room next to yours.”
The room next to hers?
Alice screwed her brows tightly together. “Who’s staying there?”
“A woman named Bethan.”
The hotel manager solemnly scanned through the guest register and said, “She’s his employee. What…would you like to do?”
Alice gritted her teeth harshly. “What else? Grab him!”
Brettley hugged Bethan for a long, long time.
He almost fell asleep on her bed with her in his arms, but he then remembered he was not in his room.
After lying down for a long while, he stood up shakily and intended to return to his room.
Bethan glanced at his unsteady feet and felt her resolve softened.
She sucked in a deep breath, leaned his weight on her shoulder, and slowly walked out of the room. The door to the room beside hers was still open.
Bethan sighed. He probably forgot to close it when he left.
She helped him into his room, closed the door, and turned to get him a glass of water. As she went through his condition, he must have ventured to her room because he could not find water in his room.
Placing the cup of water on the table, she tucked him into the blankets and turned to leave.
Before she could travel far, he pulled her back again.
The man laughed lightly and pressed her beneath him. “Honey, you’re home with me now. Where are you going?”
Bethan stiffened, but before she could react, his kisses rained down on her face.
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