Chapter 3 You'll See

After calming down, Darren quickly realized that this woman was none other than the woman his grandfather had chosen. He also noticed that the air reeked of alcohol and it wasn't coming from him.

Just then, his gaze landed on the empty bottle on top of the bedside table.

She had finished the vodka he had treasured for years!

This woman's presence in his room made alarm bells go off in his brain. Knowing that something was definitely off, Darren turned around and headed for the door.

Unexpectedly, it was locked from the outside. It seemed that someone wanted it to look like he had done something with this woman tonight.

While Darren was racking his brains for a solution, he suddenly felt a pair of slender arms around his waist.

As soon as he turned around, his eyes met hers. There were lights in her eyes, but he couldn't tell if it was tempting or alarming.

At the same time, he felt an indescribable sense of familiarity.

This pair of eyes were so similar to the girl's eyes in his memory.

"Who the hell are you?" Darren couldn't help but blurt.

The woman didn't answer. Instead, she just smiled at him and asked in a slurred voice, "Where do you think you're going?"

Darren was about to say something, but the next second, he let out a muffled groan.

This woman bit him!

Though she didn't bite him hard, it was still enough to make Darren freeze on the spot.

"Hey, you're pretty good-looking..." the woman mumbled, burying her beautiful face into his chest and rubbing her cheek against it.

He could feel her soft lips pressing against his chest.

Soon, the crotch area of his pants became unbearably tight.

In the spur of the moment, Darren pushed the woman away and bolted out of the window without looking back.

No good could come out of a drunk woman.

Unbeknownst to him, as soon as he left, the woman suddenly straightened up and stopped pretending to be drunk. She walked to the window and watched him run with great interest.

Truth be told, Norah was surprised.

The rumored playboy was unexpectedly pure!

And he was athletic, hastily making his way down from the third-floor window.

How interesting!

Early the following morning, Debby rushed to Darren's room excitedly. She didn't even stop to eat breakfast first.

Kristine happened to be coming out of her room when she saw Debby bounding down the hall. Seeing this, she couldn't help but grab Debby's hand and ask in confusion, "What's gotten into you? Why are you running around so early in the morning?"

Debby shook off her hand and smiled proudly. "You'll see!"

"What?"

Before Kristine could react, Debby had someone unlock the door to Darren's room. Without so much of a knock, she walked in directly.

If a lot of people caught Norah and Darren sleeping together, then they'd have no choice but to get married.

"Hey, why aren't you guys up yet? It seemed that you two had a good time last night, huh! No wonder—"

Before Debby could finish her words, she stopped abruptly in her tracks.

Instead of seeing a couple in bed, she found only Norah, who had just woken up.

Norah rubbed the sleep from her eyes and looked at the intruders with a small smile. "Is it normal for you guys to wake up your guests so early in the morning? That's fine, but next time, please knock first. I might not be dressed decently next time."

Debby's expression darkened. She rushed up and lifted the quilt before Norah could react. Then she asked the servants to look for Darren in the bathroom, but it was empty.

Impossible! She had seen Darren come back last night and had locked the door herself. How could he have disappeared?

"What the hell?" Debby turned to question Norah angrily. "Where is he?"

Norah put on an innocent look and asked, "Where is who? I was the only person in this room since last night!"

"No, that's impossible! I saw Darren come back last night with my own eyes..."

Before she could finish her words, a magnetic voice interrupted her, saying, "Debby, how could your eyesight be so bad at such a young age?"