Chapter 1478

“I’d say I’m easy on the eyes. Sleeping with me isn’t much of a loss for you,” he said, tucking a finger under her chin and tilting her face toward his. “You’re quite a delicacy. I hope you won’t forget me anytime soon.” His hand slid down her neck as he leaned closer.

Aubree snapped back to reality, pushing his hand away with a scowl. “Get out! Don’t make me repeat myself!”

He chuckled at her anger and left. She was alone in the hotel room.

She tried to recall the previous night, but her memory was blank. She’d assumed she’d been assaulted, but this man didn’t look like someone who would be hired; he looked more like the one doing the hiring. Perhaps it was a drunken mistake. Regardless, she couldn't stay.

Gritting her teeth against the pain in her waist, she got out of bed to dress when the door opened. He had returned.

Aubree screamed, wrapping the robe around herself and glaring at him. He held up a bag. “You must be exhausted, Ms. Pearson. I bought you breakfast.” He smirked. “I already saw everything you have to offer last night. Don’t bother covering up.”

Her face burned with shame and anger. “Stop looking at me!”

He obediently turned, then placed her breakfast on the table, gesturing for her to eat. She quickly secured her robe, feeling more confident.

“How do you know who I am?” she asked cautiously.

He raised an eyebrow. “It’s not hard to figure out. Is there anyone in Horington who doesn’t know about you and Mr. Farwell?”

Her face contorted at the mention of her past relationship. “Shut up!”

Unfazed, he finished preparing her breakfast.

Aubree ate, her expression frigid. What happened last night couldn't be undone, and he knew about her and Lucian. She suspected he’d taken advantage of her vulnerability. In the past, she wouldn’t have let him get away with it, but now, she saw a potential use for him. She could use him to show Roxanne who she was messing with.

Her expression softened; a hint of a smile appeared as she watched him glance at his phone.

“What are you looking at?” she asked warily.

He frowned. “Company stuff. Imagine bothering me this early without even a ‘good morning.’” He returned to his phone.