Chapter 200
Mona instinctively shook her head, but it was no use. Her head was getting more and more dizzy, and she could not see anything clearly. "Haley," she called out with difficulty. Then, she collapsed, losing consciousness.
Mona and Haley did not notice that after they entered, a sign indicating maintenance was placed in front of the restroom entrance.
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After meeting Mona, Brendan casually dealt with a few people at the ball before returning to his room upstairs to rest.
After all, this ball was funded by the Conrads. If he did not fulfill his duty as a host, people would gossip about him.
To make it to this designer's ball, he worked overnight and rushed back from Horieta.
Taking advantage of this moment, Brendan wanted to take a short nap.
As soon as he returned to his room, Brendan instinctively turned on the lights, unbuttoned his suit, and walked into the bedroom. After sitting on the bed, Brendan took off his suit, lifted the blanket, and lay down. Then, he immediately sprang up, feeling surprised. He wondered which person who didn't know the ways of the world wanted to sleep with him again, not giving him a moment to rest.
He lifted all the blankets on the bed with his large hands. As he had expected, it was indeed a woman on the bed.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
However, this woman who wanted to sleep with him was unconscious.
Wearing a red lace nightgown, her cascading hair draped over her shoulders, covering most of her face and revealing her smooth neck. From his current angle, he could not clearly see the face of the woman on the bed. With just one glance, Brendan averted his gaze and covered the woman on the bed with the blanket.
He was filled with anger, not knowing which clueless person had sent him a woman again, and looking at the situation, she was unconscious.
The moment the blanket was placed over her, Mona felt a little uncomfortable. She snorted softly and instinctively turned over.
With just one sound, Brendan's thoughts were drawn by the person on the bed. His brows were tightly furrowed.
He had a bold guess and thought, 'Could the person on the bed be Mona?'
As he thought, Brendan's hand tentatively lifted the blanket, and Mona's flawless face appeared before him.
Brendan took a closer look. Sure enough, it was Mona, leaving him utterly speechless.
He thought, 'Which fool that's asking for trouble did this "good deed"?"
Looking at Mona's thick hair, Brendan hesitated for a moment, but he still gently pulled out two strands of hair. He then took out a tissue from the side, wrapped the strands of hair, and carefully placed them in the drawer. Although Brendan tried his best to be gentle, the unconscious Mona still sensed it and gradually regained consciousness.
But now she felt unusually uncomfortable. Her whole body was warm, and it felt like something was missing inside her.
After Brendan put away Mona's hair, he unexpectedly caught sight of the note on the table and frowned.
The note read, "Mr. Conrad, this is a small gift. I hope you like it. Let me give you a hint. Get a woman's body first. Slowly, you will win her heart."
There was no name written at the end of the note. Brendan could guess who it was. That person was Jenson Ward. 'This guy is truly foolish to dare to speculate about my thoughts,' he thought.
His eyes swept over the intoxicating fragrance on the table, and his chest felt a little tight. He was also thirsty. He thought that this was bad and quickly threw the intoxicating fragrance into the toilet of the bathroom.
As soon as he stepped out of the bathroom, he noticed that Mona had kicked the blanket off the bed at some point. She was sprawled on the bed in a rather ungraceful manner, mumbling, "Maxwell, I feel terrible." Brendan couldn't bear to look. He thought, 'If Maxwell finds out that Jenson sent Mona to my bed, he will fly here from Nathontown right away.'
He closed his eyes and covered Mona with the blanket.
"Maxwell, it's so hot," Mona mumbled. "I want some water." For some reason, she felt increasingly uncomfortable.
She instinctively grabbed Brendan's hand. Looking at Mona on the bed, his eyes were filled with helplessness as he slowly withdrew his hand.
After dodging Mona's hand, Brendan
went straight to the door of the
room, intending to open it, only to find that it was locked from the
outside. He took out his phone,
showed there was no Phot
phov ebur
signal.
Speechless, he threw the phone to
the door, yet it was difficult to vent his anger.
Jenson had prepared everything for him, a complete set, as if he was afraid Brendan wouldn't accept the gift he had prepared.
He also felt increasingly uncomfortable. It was unsure if it was because he had inhaled too much intoxicating fragrance earlier that was now taking effect.
Mona, who was on the bed, felt even more uncomfortable. She was scantily clad in the first place, and now there was even less clothing.
Looking at Mona's movements on the bed, Brendan immediately walked over, covered her exposed skin, and called her to wake up.
As Brendan's hand touched Mona's, she reacted instinctively, both physically and emotionally, yet it still didn't seem enough. She felt that something was missing within her.
'This way, it seems a bit better,' Brendan thought.
He was also feeling uncomfortable.
Afraid he might lose control and make an irreversible mistake, Brendan forcefully pushed Mona aside and patted her arm strongly as he shouted, "Mona, wake up."
After Brendan shouted a few times, Mona, who was in a daze, felt a little clear-headed. She could no longer tell where she was and was in a daze.
She opened her eyes with difficulty and glanced at Brendan, who was sitting by the bed. Then, she was significantly awake. "Bren-Brendan, how come you are at my place?" She instinctively asked, thinking she was still at home sleeping.
Brendan was left speechless. "Look at the layout of this room. Is it your place?"
Hearing this, Mona scanned the layout of the room, thinking, 'This is clearly a hotel.' Her thoughts returned to the moments before she lost consciousness.
She thought, 'I lost consciousness before I even came out of the restroom.'
Her gaze involuntarily swept over her clothes. She then looked at the unusual flush on Brendan's face. She stared at Brendan vigilantly and said, "Why am I here? Did you knock me out?"
"Nope, I'm a victim too," Brendan said. As he saw Mona's expression of disbelief, he continued, "If I really wanted to do something to you, would have done it when you were unconscious. I wouldn't have woken you up out of kindness."
Mona thought it made sense. 'I've met Brendan a few times, and he didn't go overboard, other than asking me to call him "Brenny",' she thought.
"Although it's not you, it must have
something to do with you," Mona said with certainty. She was aware of the complexities and intrigues of this circle. If Maxwell didn't have a reputation for being afraid of his wife and didn't go home almost every day after work, many people would likely have put women in his bed.