CHAPTER 112: CHAPTER 112: TAKEN CARE OF, NO NEED TO WORRY

At first, the high fever on her body was due to the drugs, and later, it was because of James Grant.

Soon, the carpet was covered with their clothes.

Moans grew louder, and under the influence of the drugs, Evelyn Clayton let go completely.

The waves of passion rolled on, uninterrupted throughout the night...

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The intense sunlight was blocked by thick curtains.

In the morning, Evelyn Clayton frowned in pain, her mind feeling like two little people were fighting inside.

"Hiss—"

She had to sit up, attempting to make herself feel a bit better.

But once she sat up, she realized something was seriously wrong. She was completely naked, and her body ached fiercely.

When she lifted the quilt, her body was covered in kiss marks, as if she had been ravaged fiercely.

Her memory cut off at the moment she was pushed into a private room by those two men at the club. Evelyn turned pale; could it have been those two...

She would kill them!

Evelyn’s face was ashen, and her lips kept trembling.

Outside the door, James Grant carried a glass of warm water, slowed his steps, and pushed open the door.

"Did you have a nightmare?"

James raised an eyebrow. The usual arrogance and coldness in his eyes were now replaced by satisfaction. His heated gaze swept across her snow-white skin, her smooth, glistening back like mutton fat jade...

But seeing Evelyn shaking all over, he stopped his thoughts.

"Don’t be afraid, I’m here."

James sat at the head of the bed, his warm and dry palm soothingly comforting Evelyn, but she grabbed onto him with a deathly pale grip.

She looked up into James’ deep eyes, her lips bitten until they bled and turned a bewitching red.

"James, let me ask you, when you brought me back last night, had I already—"

"No, you were with me last night." James raised the corners of his mouth and squinted with satisfaction. The usual noble image was gone as he leaned in close to Evelyn, whispering by her ear.

"Last night was quite nice."

"Me... with you? Then what about those two men?"

She shook her head, could her memory have been wrong?

A trace of malice flashed in James’ eyes.

"They’ve been dealt with. Don’t worry about it."

His suggestive gaze roamed, fingers tapping beside the bed as if reminiscing.

Meeting his fiery and blatant gaze, Evelyn blushed to the tips of her ears.

"You go out first, I need to get dressed."

"Drink some warm water first, your clothes are in the closet. I’ll make a call, breakfast is in the living room." James, hands in his pockets, instructed before leaving with his phone.

Evelyn waved her hand.

"Got it, nagging."

She wrapped herself in the quilt and collapsed back onto the bed, feeling much better than before.

If she had to choose someone to spend the night with, it was better to be with James.

At least he was handsome, considerate, and skilled, leaving her wanting more...

As soon as the door closed, James’ expression changed.

Keith Donovan had just texted him, saying they had found out who was behind the scenes.

He took out his phone and called Keith Donovan back.

The commotion was not small this time, crowds were gathered in the corridor.

After James took Evelyn away, those people pointed at Amber Whitman and Keith Donovan.

But Amber was still unable to extricate herself from her grievances. Keith dragged her by the arm and threw her into the private room.

"Amber Whitman, if you don’t tell the truth, you’ll drag the Whitman Family down with you. You saw James Grant’s reaction just now, didn’t you? He was genuinely angry!"

Though Amber could be domineering, she understood that things had escalated.

She wiped away her tears, "This time it really wasn’t me who orchestrated it. I just heard someone say they wanted to teach Evelyn Clayton a lesson, so I just added fuel to the fire... Are you only going to blame me?!"

Keith looked at her seriously, "Where did you hear that?"

"I overheard a woman on the phone when I passed by the entrance, so I just decided to go with the flow... Can you ask big brother James for leniency for me? This wasn’t planned by me."