The moment she turned her head, with a loud clang, Brettley’s wine glass fell on the ground.
His kiss was sudden and furious, undeniable. Bethan was shocked, she wanted to push him away.
But her hands reached out and wrapped around his slim, yet muscular waist.
She closed her eyes and immersed herself in his gentle movements. At this moment, she could no longer tell whether she accepted Nigel’s illness or…
The fire between the two of them burned from the roof all the way to Brettley’s room.
The night was long.
And so was the ambiguity between them.
In a second on the second floor of the hotel, Alice who had been caught in the rain took a shower and blow-dried her hair. Then, she refused to give up and adamantly put on the same set of revealing pajamas.
She refused to believe she could not make him hers!
She made a mistake today, willingly giving Bethan an opportunity to have fun with Brettley and the two children.
But tonight, Brettley was definitely hers!
After slipping into the pajamas, she covered herself with a trench coat and headed upstairs. She had gotten Brettley’s room key from Lucas and even reminded them not to come upstairs. She was still his wife, even if Lucas did not want to obey her orders, he had no other choice.
Alice sucked in a deep breath and took the key out of her pocket confidently. Earlier downstairs, she had heard from Lucas that Brettley had been drinking tonight, and quite a lot at that.
That was why…
“Bethan…”
Inserting the key into the keyhole, before she could turn it in the lock, she heard the sounds of a man and a woman’s mixed breathing drifting out of the room.
The sounds were harsh in her ears, a trace of resentment flashed in Alice’s eyes. She clutched the key in her hand tightly.
If only she opened this door and caught them in the act, then Bethan and Brettley would never have the chance to hook up again!
But…
If she really did that, would Bethan rather they both die together and expose her true identity? Dennis had just been imprisoned more than a month ago and she did not gain anything from the Morrison Group. If her identity was exposed at this point in time, not just her alone, but the entire Walter family would truly be left with nothing!
At this thought, she could only suppress the bubbling anger in her chest, pull out the key, and go back to the room next door.
The walls of the hotel were truly soundproof, even if she sat in the room beside Brettley’s, she could not hear a single sound drifting out of his room.
But just because she could not hear them, did not mean they did not exist.
Alice scrolled through the news on her phone in frustration, planning to employ the same trick again later, and drag Bethan into this room.
Right at that moment, her eyes scanned through a new article:
“The location of the master artist Theo Allen’s lodging has been exposed, it turned out he had been staying at a single apartment at the Swan Lake
Residences all along. Currently, Swan Lake Residences has been surrounded by fans of his art. According to reports, Mr. Theo Allen did not return home tonight, where could he go…”
Alice narrowed her eyes slightly, an idea flashing through her mind…
The night passed by in a blur.
The next morning, Bethan awoke from her slumber, her entire body aching. She did not know why, but Brettley was particularly rough with her last night. If she had not fainted in the end, she had no idea how crazy he could become.
At the thought of this, she massaged her temples and pressed down on the mattress, trying to climb up from the bed.
She reached out and came into contact with a man’s arm. She frowned, thinking it was Brettley. But the moment she turned, her eyes widened into saucers from shock.
The man who lay with her in bed was not Brettley! But Theo Allen, dressed in nothing but his pajamas!
She retraced her hand as if she had been burned, leaning backward immediately, shock and fear lacing her voice. “Theo, why are you here?”
Her voice roused him, Theo frowned, and slowly opened his eyes. Confusion and surprise flooded his features when he saw Bethan, lying in bed with him in a state of undress.
As if on instinct, he pulled at the blankets to cover himself up. “What happened?”
Bethan frowned. “You don’t know?”
“How would I know! “
Theo massaged his aching temples. “Last night, my fans crowded around my building. I didn’t dare go home, so I went to a hotel and stayed the night. But in the middle of my sleep, the front desk called me and said my fans stalked me to the hotel, asking me to escape through the back door. The moment I ran out the back door, I was knocked unconscious…”
He turned and studied his surroundings. “Where is this?”
Bethan frowned slightly, finally calming herself down. It was obvious that she and Theo had been framed.
Last night Brettley was drunk, but she was completely sober. She clearly remembered she was with Brettley, he had tortured her until 3 or 4 a.m. when she finally fainted and fell into a deep sleep. And now, she was barely dressed, lying in bed with Theo was just wearing nothing but a set of pajamas.
It was obvious what the person who set them up wanted.
Sucking in a deep breath, she immediately calmed herself. “Theo, nothing happened between us last night.”
Theo frowned, and glimpsed the woman’s exposed skin that was littered with hickeys. “We… are you sure nothing happened between us?”
“Of course.”
Bethan sucked in a deep breath. “I can’t explain this to you. But you’re an adult too, I’m sure you understand what it means when a man and a woman are put on the same bed even though nothing happened between them. You should leave now, before anyone comes.”
Theo paused and nodded. “Alright.”
Even if something had happened between them, he could not stay here, he would ruin her reputation.
At this thought, he hurriedly put on his shoes and climbed off the bed.
With her back facing him, Bethan heard the sound of him opening the door, and heaved out a long sigh.
“Mr. Theo Allen, why are you here?”
Suddenly, Brettley’s cold voice drifted in from the entrance.
Bethan’s blood froze in her veins at the sound of the man’s voice.
She turned.
Brettley stood at the door, his expression dark and stormy, his hand raised, blocking Theo’s path.
Beside him, Alice looked in Bethan’s direction with a smile on her face.
Seeing her turn around, Alice widened her eyes in faux-shock. “So, last night, Bethan and Mr. Allen… “
As she spoke, she even walked past Theo and came to Bethan’s bedside, picking up her jacket from the floor and placing it on her shoulders, “How come your clothes are all torn, Mr. Allen is such an elegant artist, why is he not gentle at all when it comes to something like this?”
Bethan narrowed her eyes. When Alice bent down to wrap the jacket around her shoulders, she lowered her voice and whispered, “You did this?”
Alice curled her lips up in a smile. “I don’t understand what you’re talking about. “
With that, she took a step backward, turned, and glanced at Theo and Brettley standing in the doorway. “Luckily, the children were sleeping in the children’s room downstairs last night. Otherwise, tsk tsk…”
She stealthily glimpsed at Brettley, then walked to him and hooked her arm through his, “Brettley, I never knew Mr. Allen and Bethan are already so intimate.”
Brettley’s expression further darkened at her words. He frowned, raised his eyes, and glanced at Theo coldly. “When did you come?”
Theo sucked in a deep breath. “Bethan and I, it’s not what you think! “
He took a step backward, his emotions running wild. “Bethan and I were framed, we were trapped! We didn’t do anything last night! “
It was true, he had feelings for Bethan all along, but he knew she did not feel the same way. He did not like forcing his will on others, and neither did he want to cause her trouble.
“Yesterday I was ambushed by my fans, I couldn’t go home, so I…”
“So you came to see Bethan?”
Before he could finish his sentence, Alice interrupted him. She gave a faint tut and said, “Both of you are single, so something like this could happen, it’s nothing out of the ordinary. Why do you keep denying it, Mr. Allen?”
She rolled her eyes. “Could it be, you don’t want to take responsibility?”
With that, Alice sighed, and dove into Brettley’s arms. “Brettley, no matter what Bethan is our children’s foster mother, and our friend. If Mr. Allen doesn’t want to take responsibility, shouldn’t we help her? “
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.