Billionaire's Reborn Baby
Chapter 1024 Mess (3)

Getting indoors, Stephanie went to the bathroom. Harold was worried that she was injured, so he followed her in.

Stephanie, however, locked the bathroom door.

"Wendy?" Harold knocked on the door, "Are you hurt? Open the door."

Stephanie did not speak. She stood in front of the mirror and looked at her face. She was still kind of dizzy after getting the slap on her left cheek. The man who attacked her was the man who she had attacked.

She was probably having a concussion, for the voice of the men echoed in her ears from time to time.

The man said, "Stop acting chaste! You are here looking for fun, aren't you?"

Those words made her feel cheap. Because he was right. She came here for guys.

Then why did she even struggle just now?

"Wendy!" The shouts outside the door grew louder.

Harold seemed to be angry.

Stephanie looked at the mirror indifferently, then took off her clothes, stepped into the bathtub that had already been filled with water, and buried her head in.

"Wendy!"

The voice got closer.

Stephanie opened her eyes and found Harold right in front of her looking at her nervously. He was wet and his breath was unstable.

"How did you get in?" Stephanie looked around and realized that Harold had carried her out of the bathtub. The floor was a little cold. She curled up slightly, "Why did you put me on the ground?" "Wendy!" Harold's eyes were burning with anger.

"What's wrong?" Stephanie asked in confusion.

"You almost drowned yourself just now," Harold said, looking at her.

"What?" Stephanie looked at the bathtub in surprise.

It didn't look like that Stephanie was pretending to be surprised, so Harold suspiciously wrapped her in a clean bathrobe and carried her out.

It was warm outside. Stephanie wrapped herself tightly in the blanket and took a cup of hot water from Harold. After taking a few sips, she felt warmed up. Then, she got out of bed for the hairdryer. "Where are you going?" Harold looked at her somewhat nervously.

"I'm going to dry my hair." Stephanie pointed at her wet long hair.

"Sit here." After saying that, Harold turned around and went to the bathroom. Not long after, he took out the hairdryer. Stephanie was about to take it, but Harold had inserted the plug herself and picked up the hairdryer to aim at her hair.

Stephanie was a little surprised but did not refuse.

After sitting there for a moment, she felt a little sore on the neck. "Lie down," Harold said.

"Okay." Stephanie laid down in a comfortable position.

When Harold's fingers passed through her hair together with the warm wind, Stephanie thought of John in a trance. She and John had been together for so long, yet he had never done this for her.

She sniffed. Her tears fell.

She looked impregnable.

But her inner world was a mess.

"Are you hurt?" Harold asked softly after drying her hair.

Stephanie lay there without speaking.

Harold looked down and found her face full of tears and half of her face was swollen.

He took the medicine and came over to dress it for her. But Stephanie did not respond.

"Wendy..." He called her name softly as if he was afraid of scaring her.

Stephanie turned over and lay on her back. She wiped her tears with her hands, then covered her eyes with her hands, "I'm fine..."

"Want to watch a movie? There's a comedy film that has just been released."

"You can go. Don't worry about me," Stephanie said in a sobbing tone.

"Do you want to drink?" Harold asked again.

Stephanie didn't respond.

Harold walked to the coffee table and poured a glass of red wine for Stephanie.

Stephanie remained silent. Her tears kept falling but were quickly wiped off by her fingers.

She closed her eyes and immersed herself in darkness. Her tears reminded her of her twisted inner world.

Something pressed against her lips. Stephanie opened her eyes in a daze. She narrowed her eyes slightly from the light. Then, she saw Harold in front of her.

He was kissing her.

There was wine coming from his teeth. Stephanie choked. She sat up and coughed for a long time. Her eyes were red from coughing. She wiped her mouth and looked at Harold, "What the hell!" Was he comforting her?

Or was he pitying her?

"Just leave me alone." Stephanie wiped away the tears on her face and pointed to the door, "I don't need your pity."

Harold looked at her in silence.

Stephanie was about to get out of bed to open the door. But Harold suddenly pushed her down on the bed.

He looked down at her with his sincere eyes. "This is not pity."

Stephanie almost couldn't hear him clearly. She looked at him in a daze, but her eyes were covered by his palm. The dry heat came from the palm of his hand to his skin, arousing a slight numbness in his skin. His vision was dark, and his senses were infinitely magnified. His warm and soft lips covered her again. She heard the beating of a drum, and also heard the voice outside the heartbeat, which made her suddenly burst into tears.

"Don't be sad. Forget him," Harold said.

Stephanie seemed to have heard another sentence, but she could not believe it.

"What did you say?" She asked in a daze.

"I said, it's my turn to you." Harold hugged her slightly trembling body.