Chapter 4
I asked, “Weren’t you the one who gave her my contact information in the first place? Why are you acting like this. toward her now?”
Colton flicked my forehead with his fingertip. “Think about it carefully-besides me, who else knows both of you?”
Instinctively, a figure appeared in my mind-Wyatt.
Colton said, “You’re Mrs. Hoffman now. Have some confidence and don’t let irrelevant people affect your mood. Now that everything’s been explained, you wrongly accused me. Have you figured out how you’re going to make it up to me?”
I really hadn’t expected Colton to explain so much to me one day. Given his usual style, if someone asked him this many questions, he would have blocked them and refused to work
with them forever.
I really hadn’t expected Colton to explain so much to me one day. Given his usual style, if someone asked him this many questions, he would have blocked them and refused to work
with them forever.
Perhaps it was the alcohol talking, but when I heard Colton mention compensation, I kissed him directly.
Chapter 4
I said, “Colton, your smile is really beautiful.”
Upon hearing this, Colton pressed the button to close the automatic curtains.
That night, his stamina was exceptionally good. After being busy with the wedding all day, he could still entangle with me all night long.
That night, his stamina was exceptionally good. After being busy with the wedding all day, he could still entangle with me all night long.
When I woke up again, it was already past four in the afternoon the next day.
Last night’s Colton was such a bastard! No, he was worse than a
bastard.
Last night’s Colton was such a bastard! No, he was worse than a
bastard.
Looking in the mirror, I saw my neck covered with marks and quickly grabbed a hot towel to apply to them. I cupped cold water in my hands and splashed it on my face, trying to clear my head.
Looking in the mirror, I saw my neck covered with marks and quickly grabbed a hot towel to apply to them. I cupped cold
head.
Memories of last night flooded back like a tide. That night, Colton talked to me more than he had in the past two
Christmases combined. And in the end, I was the one who
initiated it!
Memories of last night flooded back like a tide. That night, Colton talked to me more than he had in the past two Christmases combined. And in the end, I was the one who
initiated it!
“Vanessa, you have no self-control!” I moaned quietly in the bathroom, my face instantly turning bright red.
“What’s wrong?” Colton asked from outside the door, startling me so much that I jumped.
I said hastily, “Why didn’t you go to the office?”
I immediately slapped my mouth. Colton hated it most when people pried into his private affairs, so I quickly changed the subject: “It’s nothing. I’ll take a shower and come out in a bit.”
Taking advantage of shower time, I turned on the water and secretly called Daisy: “How are you doing?”
Daisy said, “I’ve been dragged back. Whether I want to get
married or not, I have to.”
Hearing the sound of running water through the phone, it seemed Daisy was also hiding in the bathroom. We truly were
sisters.
I told her everything about last night with Colton.
Daisy said, “If that’s the case, then Colton is quite thoughtful toward you. At least one of us is happy.”
I detected something off in Daisy’s tone and quickly asked, “What exactly happened at the wedding yesterday?”
After she finished telling me, I learned that Dianne had actually shown up at the wedding. Even more shocking was that the invitation had been sent out by Marcus himself.
Because of this, Daisy and Marcus had fought all night, even missing their wedding night.
Daisy said, “I still want to escape. Can you help me? Ever since Marcus discovered I was going to run, he’s been watching me like a hawk.”
I knew Daisy’s feelings for Marcus very well. Seeing her hurt so deeply now, as her sister, I couldn’t worry about my own situation-of course I had to help her.
I said, “Wait, I’ll definitely think of a way.”
Afraid that Colton might be getting impatient waiting outside, I hung up and quickly took a shower.
As soon as I came out, I saw him sitting on the sofa with a glass of milk.
He said, “Come drink the milk.”
He was wearing a white shirt, looking both restrained and distant. But after just one night, he had returned to his original self-cold and unapproachable.
It seemed last night was just a momentary impulse brought on by alcohol.
As for Daisy’s situation, I really couldn’t count on his help after all.
