Chapter 298 Morning After
Chapter 298 Morning After
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Laura choked on her food, coughing so hard the half–chewed morsel nearly launched across the table. I hit you with a belt?”
“Yes. I’m fairly certain the welt is still on my chest. Want to inspect the evidence?” His hands hovered near his shirt buttons, ready to peel away the fabric.
“N–No, that won’t be necessary,” she blurted, color rushing to her checks.
Weston leaned in, eyes sharp as broken glass. “You honestly don’t remember a single thing you did to me last night?”
Under that stare, Laura’s confidence crumpled. “I was drunk,” she murmured. “Everything after a point is blurry.”
“Shall I give you the unabridged recap?” he offered.
She drew a breath like someone bracing for surgery. “Forget the details. Tell me what you want, and let’s settle this.”
“If my girlfriend pulled a stunt like this, I’d call it flirting,” Weston drawled, every syllable slow and deliberate. “But if she isn’t my girlfriend, I can sue for harassment.”
The words lodged in Laura’s throat.
“Harassment?” She replayed the video in her mind and had to admit it did look that way. He could have pushed me away, so why didn’t he? Wasn’t he setting me up?
“I can pay you,” Laura said carefully. “Let’s settle this–name your price.”
“Settle? Pay?” Weston let out a low, amused sound. “Laura, do I look like I need your pocket change?”
“Then what exactly do you want?” she demanded, annoyance flaring.
“Get back together with me,” Weston said, utterly unruffled, “and after that you can ‘play‘ with me however you like.”
Laura blinked–one slow, incredulous flutter of her lashes. The man always looked like a straight–laced aristocrat; who would have thought he could utter something so shameless?
“I have a boyfriend,” Laura muttered. Getting back with you is impossible.”
Weston set down his fork. “A boyfriend? If that’s true, feel free to call him right now. I’ll let him watch the video too. Think he’s broad–minded enough to learn his girlfriend still pines for her ex?”
Laura’s teeth clicked together. “My boyfriend knows I was drunk. He won’t mind–he’s generous.”
“Then call him. Assuming, of course, the man actually is your boyfriend.”
Laura’s eyes flashed, but she kept silent.
“You know what I do for a living,” Weston reminded her. “Bring him here, and I’ll find out soon enough
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whether he’s who you say.”
“Is this fun for you, Weston?” Laura burst out. “Don’t tell me that after all these years, you suddenly discovered you’re in love with me and have to win me back!”
“Since we broke up, I haven’t dated anyone.” Weston’s voice remained impeccably calm. “My therapist believes your leaving left me traumatized about relationships. He suggests I reconcile with you for a while –purely for treatment.”
Laura stared, momentarily at a loss. Psychological trauma? If anyone should need therapy after what happened, it ought to be me!
Yet, come to think of it, she had never once seen a tabloid photo linking Weston to another woman.
“So how long would this… therapeutic reunion have to last?” Laura asked.
“At least a year.”
“A year?” Her brow furrowed. “That’s too long–trim it to two months!”
“A year,” he repeated, unmoved. “Refuse, and I’ll file the suit. You won’t just face detention; the projects your company is negotiating could also collapse.”
The words stuck in Laura’s throat.
Bargaining with Jexburgh’s famous barrister was a losing game; she would always come off worse.
“Fine. One year it is,” she conceded. The company’s deals could not be jeopardized, and she absolutely refused to be detained for harassment–that would be humiliating beyond measure. Too… Too humiliating!
Sidonie had been on bed rest these past days, protecting the life growing inside her while desperately searching for funds and a competent attorney.
She had shopped her case around every reputable law firm in town, yet the famous names simply shook their heads, and the few counsels bold enough to consider it demanded fees so astronomical they felt like punishment.
Meanwhile, Trent not only refused to help her secure representation but also twisted the knife, threatening to indict her for siphoning fifty million from his account. If a court upheld the charge, she -would likely spend the rest of her life behind iron bars.
Inside the CEO Office of Grafton Technologies, Sidonie stood opposite Trent, his expression a mask of raw distaste.
Not long ago, those same eyes had shimmered with admiration–yes, even yearning–each glance a confession he was too proud to voice, but today they carried nothing but repulsion, as though every shared memory had curdled overnight.
“What do you want, Sidonie?” Trent asked, irritation rasping through each word.
“I heard you’re planning to sue me, so I came for answers,” she replied, meeting his eyes without blinking.
