Chapter 228

“Okay!”

The security guards swiftly ushered away the women, who scattered at the sight of Hester.

“Juan…”

Hester hurried to his side, her expression grim as she assessed his suit. “I’ll get you a new one.”

“No need,” Juan’s cold gaze swept over her. “Just make sure this doesn’t happen again.”

Hester shifted uncomfortably under his stare. “I don’t understand what you’re saying.”

Debra stepped forward, taking charge. “Let’s go back to our room so you can change.”

Melody, having heard the disturbance, emerged from her room, her brow furrowed. “What’s going on out here?”

Debra glanced at Hester before explaining. “Some of Michael’s fans caused a scene at the door. They almost hurt Juan. I’m not sure how they found their way here.”

Melody, well-versed in the intricacies of their social circle, turned her gaze to Hester.

Hester panicked. “Mrs. Nichols Sr., this has nothing to do with me.”

“Alright,” Melody said impatiently. “Debra, take Juan to change. Hester, come with me.”

“Yes,” Hester obediently followed Melody into the room.

Back in their room, Debra pulled out a black suit from the wardrobe and handed it to Juan. “Why did you shield me? What if they had thrown stones instead of eggs?”

Juan began to unbutton his shirt, tossing it into a nearby trash bin. “It’s only natural for a husband to protect his wife.”

Debra averted her gaze as he continued to undress. “What are you doing?”

“I need a shower. I’m covered in filth,” Juan explained.

Debra frowned. “Wait until I go out.”

“If you leave now, Grandma will suspect something. She’s downstairs.”

“But…”

Before she could finish her protest, Juan took the new clothes from her hand. “I’ll be quick.”

With that, he disappeared into the bathroom. The sound of rushing water filled the room. Debra sat down on the bed. Memories from her last time flooded her mind.

She remembered the night she wore Sheila’s favorite white dress, nervously waiting on the bed for Juan to arrive. Melody had drugged him, and he seemed intoxicated. His eyes were hazy as he tore at her clothes, and they had their first intimate encounter. She whispered his name, but he kept murmuring Sheila’s name. Juan treated her with the utmost tenderness. The second time that night, he had regained his senses and, believing she had drugged him, was rough and harsh. After that night, his attitude towards her changed. He became harsh and distant, venting his frustration by scheming against the Frazier family. Even when she became pregnant, he neglected her, ultimately leading to her tragic end on the operating table.