Chapter 85
I could not believe it. The handwriting. The signature… I had seen them on the agreement he signed!
How did he find me yesterday? Why did he drive me home? When did he leave?
And what about the cuddles? The hugs? The kisses?
Did those really happen?
How could a man of the highest status–who had been served all his life–lower himself to cook in a small rented unit, making chicken soup?
I was utterly baffled. I rushed to the pot and opened it. The soup was still warm. In another pot, the shredded chicken and vegetables remained warm as well.
I held my forehead with my hand and stared at the soup in disbelief. What happened last night?!
After finally recovering from my shock, I called Jean to ask her what had happened.
Jean sounded exhausted, obviously still nursing a hangover. “How should I know? I heard that I was basically carried into a car by two people… Did you forget what happened?”
“Yeah.”
“Who cares? As long as you’re home safe, what’s the worry?” she mumbled, before suddenly adding, “Wait. Don’t tell me you had sex with one of the guys-
“No, I didn’t!” I quickly replied. “But I think Soren drove me home last night.”
“What?!” Jean was shocked. “Soren Kenway?! How did he know you were there?”
“I don’t know! I thought you would know! I even thought you were the one who invited him!”
“Honey, if I had the power to do that, why would I hire those hosts?”
Right. She had a point.
I couldn’t tell her about Soren taking care of me or him cooking for me. She would immediately come up with wild. stories. I wouldn’t be able to explain myself even if I wanted to!
After eating, I felt much better. I decided to tidy up the couch and the blanket.
I saw a watch on the coffee table and picked it up.
It had to be Soren’s–his Patek Philippe.
My fingers brushed the surface. The texture felt incredible, and the design was stunning. It had to be worth a
fortune.
My heart raced. I wanted to scream.
I had kept my distance from him, maintaining professionalism. Yet, somehow, I had pulled him back into my life, forcing him to care for me when he had no obligation to.
I needed to call and thank him. I needed to return his watch, too. But I was supposed to never get involved with
ahhh! him like this again! Goddamn it, Taylor,
On my way to the company, I kept mulling over it. If Soren had any ulterior motive, he could have easily done anything he wanted to me while I was blackout drunk. But did he?
Chapter 85
He did not. Instead, he took care of me.
Chapter 86
