Chapter 91 Caught In the Act
An hour and a half ago, Emelie sat alone in the banquet hall, feeling increasingly dizzy
She felt her forehead and realized her fever hadn’t subsided.
She couldn’t endure it anymore and leaned on the table to stand up, intending to return to her room for a
nap.
She could have taken the elevator directly to her room on the fourth floor.
However, she encountered several men blocking the elevator, either drunk or arguing for some other
reason.
She frowned and decided to take the stairs instead.
After all, she was on the third floor and just needed to go up one more level.
However, she remembered wrong.
The banquet was on the second floor, but she mistakenly thought it was on the third. So she actually arrived on the third floor.
The difference of one floor ensured she would end up in the wrong room.
She wasn’t so dizzy when she climbed the stairs. But after standing on the deck for a while and feeling the sea breeze, the spinning sensation became worse.
She staggered to the door of a room and swiped her room key at the sensor.
The sensor emitted a harsh beep, and the screen displayed an “incorrect room key.”
With her eyes half shut, Emelie didn’t even notice that the door was partially open. With a push, it swung open.
Thinking she had opened it with her room key, she walked in, closed the door, and lay on the sofa.
She sensed that the room layout differed from what she remembered, but the feeling of strangeness was minimal.
Emelie was too feverish to think much about it, quickly drifting into a deep sleep.
Feeling uneasy about leaving Emelie alone, Samuel came out of the bedroom with his phone and was surprised to see a graceful figure oh his sofa.
He paused, furrowing his brows, and walked over to look closer.
To his astonishment, it was Emelle.
Looking closer, he noticed her flushed cheeks and uneasy expression, indicating she wasn’t feeling well.
Samuel sniffed her and detected no alcohol. She couldn’t be drunk
He then touched her forehead, finding it burning hot with fever.
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He softly called out, “Ms. Hoven? Ms. Hoven?”
Emelie showed no response.
He then went to the bathroom to fetch a clean towel, which he dampened and placed on her forehead to help reduce her temperature.
He rummaged through his luggage to find medicine..
Samuel was meticulous and always carried a small medical kit when traveling to prevent potential health issues.
After locating the medicine and pouring a glass of water, he returned to Emelie’s side.
He gently lifted her upper body and supported her against his shoulder. “Ms. Hoven, have some medicine.”
Emelie was in a semi–conscious state. She vaguely realized that she was leaning against someone’s
chest.
The person’s voice seemed to fluctuate, sometimes distant and sometimes close, familiar yet unfamiliar.
She remembered the scent of pine again.
Something was placed near her mouth, and she instinctively swallowed it.
Samuel whispered, “How can you be so trusting?”
Emelie struggled to open her eyes and saw Samuel’s face. She murmured something.
Her words took Samuel aback.
Before he could react, Emelie grabbed the back of his neck and pressed her lips against his chin.
In that instant, the gentle expression in Samuel’s eyes was replaced by a dangerous and aggressive masculinity.
He immediately pressed down on the back of Emelie’s head.
Back to the present moment, the door was forcefully pushed open, and Emelie instinctively lifted her
head.
William’s face was ice–cold.
With both of them dressed like that and the ambiguous atmosphere, it was impossible that nothing had happen