Credence shot an icy glance at Jonathan, who was standing by the door as he smirked and chuckled. After putting two and two together, he realized that Jonathan must have been the one who had brought the drunk Dorothy over here.
Hadn’t he caused enough of a mess already?
After giving Jonathan a warning cold glare, Credence slowly traced his eyes over Dorothy, who was still tugging on his left arm. The cruelty and hostility lurked at the deepest parts of his dark eyes.
He gave her a final warning, “Keep your hands off!”
As the distance between the two was too close, Dorothy shuddered. She could feel the chill emanating from his body, so cold that her blood almost curdled.
However, a person in such an intoxicated state like her, had their rationality deserti them. Although she knew that she could not afford to provoke the man in front of her, in the heat of the moment, she was still dead set on pulling him out of his room.
She glared at the handsome man in front of her who was not at all cooperative, and grumbled, “I won’t let go, I won’t, I won’t let you go! Even if you beat me to death, I’ll stay here for the rest of my life! I’ll never leave! I’ll bother you to death!”
“Fine.”
Credence looked at the deranged woman in disgust, then he shifted his gaze away from her. He smiled coldly as he smoked the cigarette in his hand, his eyebrows slightly knitted in annoyance.
After he finished smoking, he threw the cigarette butt into the rubbish bin casually. Then, he raised his beautiful eyes, in which a bone-chilling look could suddenly be seen.
“This is your last chance. Are you going to leave or not?”
“I’m not leaving. I’m not leaving, ever.”
“You have a death wish, don’t you? Cool, I’ll help you with it.”
Credence was already treading on the fine line of his temper. He completely disregarded the fact that she was a drunk woman, and suddenly stood up and grabbed Dorothy’s left wrist, yanking her directly into the bathroom, and throwing her into the empty bathtub.
“Ah, it hurts! Why did you throw me here? I don’t want to take a bath. I want to go home. Come home with me.”
Her back hit against the bottom of the hard bathtub. Dorothy raised her head in pain, and she could not help but cry out..
There was a sneer on Credence’s lips. Under her stunned eyes, he slowly crouched down, and his handsome face was glazed with a sheen of cold light. He asked, “Tell me, you’ve been causing trouble for me for so many times, so what exactly is your goal?”
As he said that, he stretched his hand out to take the shower head and pressed the button. A stream of cold water accurately shot onto Dorothy’s head, her face, and her skirt.
Feeling the chill, Dorothy shivered and sneezed. Her chaotic mind also regained consciousness little by little due to the cold water.
She instinctively wiped the water off her face. She shook her head, and although she was still confused, she slowly snapped back to her senses. Absent-mindedly, she looked at the facial features of the calm man next to her. When his face took on a clear image in her eyes, her face drained of color, “Credence, why are you here? What are you doing here? Uh, what’s wrong with you? Why did you drag me into the bathtub?”
She had just drunk a few glasses of wine and made a small bet with Juelz, Germaine and the others. She could win if she found a man to bring home from this bar. However, why did the handsome man she wanted to bring home turn out to be Credence?
Credence did not bother to pay attention to the nonsense that Dorothy was sputtering. He stared at her with a poker face, and his every word was as cold as ice.
“I’m warning you, don’t play hard-to-get with me, and don’t pull these meaningless tricks! I already have a fiancée, and I have no interest in a woman like you who pounces on other people.”
Upon hearing him, Dorothy was stumped for a moment, then she smiled bitterly. The joy of meeting him suddenly turned into overwhelming sadness.
He really didn’t remember her at all.
That was right. He had been involved in a car accident, and he had completely wiped her from his memory.
Now, in his eyes, she was no different from any other gold digger who saw him as prey.
Looking at the irrepressible contempt and mockery in Credence’s dark eyes, Dorothy could not wait to bestow a kick to this indifferent man who had tortured her for many years. She tried to leave, but when she remembered Belle’s condition, she reached out to pull his sleeve. She gritted her teeth and squeezed out a smile, “Credence, what must I do to make you believe me? What must I do to make you believe that I really need your help?”
She was so embarrassed, as she was completely soaked in water. Her hair and face were all wet, and the skirt on her body had also been completely drenched. It clung tightly to her body, revealing her sexy and perfect figure to the naked eye.
She bit down on her lips and looked at him with a soft and stubborn gaze, waiting for his final reply.
Inexplicably, Credence felt as if he was on the brink of stupefaction. He recalled that there was once an annoying woman who had looked at him like how Dorothy did at this moment. Her gaze was gentle and stubborn, like a pitiful puppy, swaying its tail, begging for mercy before its owner.
However, when he tried to grab on to that gossamer thread of memory, thousands of sharp needles seemed to be piercing his head, and the pain made him frown.
“Get lost!”
Credence spat out those words coldly, stood up, turned around, and left.
Seeing that he was about to leave, Dorothy got anxious. She got up from the bathtub with a splash and suddenly rushed towards the man’s broad back. She wrapped her hands and feet around him and said, “I won’t let you leave this place unless you promise to help me.”
The only thing most important to her now was to wrap her arms around Credence, and she was oblivious to his face that was completely cold and taut.
…
Rosalie and Yvonne came out of another private room. They saw Jonathan secretly pushing open the door of the opposite private room and sneaking out, a satisfied smile on his face. He disappeared in the corner. The two of them exchanged glances, nodded, and silently padded into the room in their high heels.
Especially Rosalie, she felt a really bad feeling from her heart.
That night, Yvonne had specially booked a private room to talk to her about Dorothy and Belle, especially after she had learned from Yvonne that Belle was a leukemia patient. Rosalie was overjoyed by this. However, after her fleeting initial joy, she had a new worry.
Since Dorothy’s daughter had been afflicted with this kind of disease, she should find a suitable source of bone marrow as soon as possible instead of trying to seduce her fiancé all day long. Moreover, Dorothy had been back in Talco City for almost half a month. Who was Belle’s father? She had never seen him, nor had he ever showed up.
Belle looked like a girl of unidentifiable parentage at first sight. Was there any secret to the matter that no one knew?
Since it was a question whose answers were inconceivable, Rosalie kept it in her heart. She would wait until she was completely alone before she divulged those doubts of hers to the man who was secretly controlling her.
After six years, that person’s strength had gradually grown frighteningly strong. It was time for him to take the stage instead of being the mastermind behind the scenes.
When the time came, Credence whom she wanted, and the entire Scott Group which he wanted, would be in each of their hands. It would all turn out great, absolutely marvelous!
Upon seeing Credence and Dorothy entangled with each other in the bathroom, the elegant and exquisite smile on Rosalie’s face suddenly got stiff, “Credence, what are you…”