Chapter 243
Zachary Hudson's handsome face instantly darkened.
He abruptly stood up, intending to leave directly.
Vivian Bennett collapsed onto the sofa with a thud, completely unconscious.
She was utterly drunk and passed out.
......
The next morning, Vivian was awakened by a severe headache.
Her throat was dry and sore, almost unable to make a sound.
She habitually reached out to feel for her phone on the nightstand.
After searching for a long time, she found nothing.
Dazed, she propped herself up, trying to locate her phone.
Wait, her bedsheets were supposed to be light purple. Why had they turned cream-colored?
"You're finally awake?" A magnetic and pleasant voice came from above her.
Vivian froze completely.
It was Zachary Hudson's voice!
Oh god, what had she done last night?
Vivian only remembered running into Zachary at the bar while drowning her sorrows.
She had just witnessed her cousin's husband driving to the gated community to meet his mistress, and she was fuming.
She didn't dare tell her cousin this cruel truth.
With nowhere to vent her anger, she could only seek solace in alcohol.
She seemed to have drunk a lot and said a lot...
But when had she passed out? And how had Zachary brought her here?
Frustrated, she grabbed her hair, but her memories remained fragmented and impossible to piece together.
Just as Vivian was desperately trying to recall, Zachary spoke again behind her.
His voice held a hint of teasing. "Since we've already slept together, it's too late for regrets now."
What!
Vivian whipped her head around, glaring fiercely at Zachary behind her.
She then let out a deafening scream. "Zachary Hudson, what did you do to me?"
Zachary was dressed in light gray loungewear, which made him look even more dashing.
A suggestive smile played on his lips as he shrugged innocently. "What could I do? You're usually so quiet and reserved, but last night you were especially passionate. I couldn't resist, so I gave in. But it's fine, I don't mind."
"Zachary Hudson, you bastard! I was drunk yesterday. Couldn't you have stopped me?"
Furious, Vivian jumped out of bed, bending down to search for her shoes while accusing him. "You're a grown man. Don't you feel ashamed using such tactics on a drunk woman?"
Zachary lounged lazily on the edge of the bed, his long fingers supporting his chin, watching her search for her shoes with amusement.
Hearing this, he shook his head helplessly. "I'm terrible at refusing people. You were so desperate last night. How could I stand by and do nothing? Besides, this isn't our first time. Why are you making such a big deal out of it?"
"You..." Vivian was too angry to speak.
How could she not care?
She was practically with Liam Sullivan now.
Vivian suddenly remembered Liam's previous warning. He said he could overlook her past, but if she dared to be with another man, he would never let either of them go.
A shiver ran down Vivian's spine.
As she worried about how to explain this to Liam, she looked down...
Only then did she realize she was still wearing yesterday's clothes. Aside from sleep wrinkles, the bedsheets were neatly made, showing no signs of anyone having slept there.
Which meant Zachary hadn't touched her at all last night!