Young Bride in a Lightning Marriage: Never Tired of Mr. Leon’s Love

Chapter 294



Yitty's display of strength left the front desk receptionist dumbfounded, wondering if the delicate-looking Yitty was actually a guy in disguise. Back in the room, Yitty dropped Cillian onto the bed with a hint of annoyance. "You're heavier than you look. You almost wore me out..."

Cillian, jostled by the drop, felt a wave of nausea and grimaced. He called out for Lucy in his sleep. "Lucy... please, don't leave..."

To prevent a mess, Yitty placed a trash can by the bed and coaxed Cillian closer, making sure his head was aimed at it. She then gently tapped his cheek, saying, "Cillian, if you're gonna be sick, aim for the trash can, okay?"

He murmured a faint acknowledgment.

Cillian let out a soft grunt, which was enough for Yitty to know he was somewhat conscious. She headed off to the bathroom, letting the sound of the running water wash away her worries.

She even indulged in a leisurely bath. Her eyes were clear and alert, betraying no sign of inebriation. It almost made someone question whether her drink had been nothing but water.

When she emerged, Cillian had not made a mess of himself, but he was lying on the floor in a tangle of limbs. Yitty sighed and went over to help him up, her perfume wafting into his nose.

His eyes fluttered open to see 'Lucy' gazing down at him with concern. Tears sprang to Cillian's eyes, and he wrapped his arms around Yitty in a tight embrace. "Lucy, is it really you? Have you come for me? Tell me I'm not dreaming."

He clung to her desperately, but Yitty's patience snapped. She shoved him away. "Get a grip, Cillian. I'm Yitty, not your Lucy!"

"You're lying. You are Lucy. Why are

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you so cruel to push me away? What do I have to do to make you love me?" Cillian ranted on. Lost in his drunken illusion, he was convinced Yitty was Lucy. He lurched forward to kiss her, but Yitty had had enough. She slapped him hard

across the face.

The sound echoed in the room, and Cillian was left dazed. Yitty let out a long breath, hoping he had finally snapped out of it. "Cillian, can you see clearly now? I'm Yitty, not Lucy."

Cillian was quiet, his gaze fixed on something in the distance. Out of the blue, he hurled with a loud retch. Yitty was caught off guard. The room reeked of vomit and the tangy odor of stale booze.

"For heaven's sake, not on the

carpet!" In a frenzy, Yitty grabbed a trash bin for Cillian, who took it and heaved until he was woozy. Once he had emptied his stomach, he just crashed on the floor and started snoring away, leaving Yitty in a state of shock. Content belongs to

The stench in the room was revolting. There was no way Yitty could sleep in that mess.

"Cillian!" she yelled, livid. She hauled him onto the bed. She even peeled off his vomit-soaked clothes because the smell was just too much.

After tucking Cillian in, Yitty went for

the mop in the bathroom, grateful it was there. She scrubbed the floor

clean and tossed the trash can

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contents into the bathroom. Finally,

there was a hint of fresint

air.

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Yitty hustled for a good 30 minutes and spritzed some air freshener. At last, the room was clean and the air crisp. Then, glaring at the peacefully sleeping Cillian on the bed, Yitty seethed with rage.

The nerve of him, causing such chaos and then sleeping like a baby!