After the Affair Falling into a Billionaire's Arms novel Chapter 7

Unexpectedly, at that moment, the elevator dinged.

Had someone arrived? Louisa's spirits lifted as she looked toward the elevator.

The doors opened, and four men in suits emerged first, lining up in two neat rows by the elevator.

Then a tall, striking man stepped out.

He appeared to be around thirty, with sculpted features that were astonishingly perfect. His entire being radiated an innate elegance and nobility.

Behind him were the club manager and general manager.

The general manager wore a fawning smile as he gestured respectfully, "Mr. Tudor, this is the VIP floor of our Dreamscape Club. Please."

Julian nodded coldly.

Louisa, who had thought rescue was at hand, watched as the group walked in the opposite direction, not noticing her situation.

She wanted to scream for help, but despite using all her strength, she couldn't produce a sound.

In desperation, she swept an antique vase off a nearby shelf onto the floor, causing a crisp shattering sound.

Julian's group stopped and looked back.

Across the distance, Louisa's and Julian's gazes collided in the air.

Her vision was blurry—she couldn't make out his features clearly, only seeing a tall, elegant silhouette approaching her from the light.

She swayed, as if about to collapse, her face pale, her hair disheveled, her appearance broken.

As Julian came closer, his expression grew increasingly cold.

The general manager following behind him felt his legs weaken, stammering, "Mr. Tudor, please don't go any closer. You might get hurt. I'll have someone handle this immediately."

He shot a dagger-like glare at the manager. "What are you waiting for? Clean this up right now!"

As a property under the Tudor Group, this was Julian's first inspection of Dreamscape Club since his return. Everyone feared angering this big shot.

The manager quickly summoned staff to clean up.

Julian ignored them, merely glancing at the shattered pieces before walking up to Louisa. "What happened?"

His voice was low and deep, carrying an icy edge.

Everyone around them barely dared to breathe.

Louisa looked up at him, meeting those cold, profound eyes.

She wanted to speak, but her stomach churned violently, as if a sharp knife was cutting through it repeatedly.

The metallic sweetness she'd been suppressing in her throat could no longer be contained. She coughed up a mouthful of blood, splattering it across his expensive white shirt.

Instantly, everyone around them froze in horror, exclaiming in unison, "Mr. Tudor!"

His people all knew Julian was a germaphobe.

Julian paid no attention to them. Seeing Louisa about to faint, he quickly reached out, catching her in his arms and effortlessly lifting her.

"Teddy, prepare the car!"

Louisa remembered nothing of what had happened afterward.

When she regained consciousness, she was in a VIP hospital room.

She no longer had any expectations of him.

"Louisa!" Thinking she was still angry, his voice carried irritation. "How long are you going to keep this up? I've already explained to you—I took Vivian home first yesterday only because it wasn't safe for a young woman to go back alone.

"What's between us isn't what you think. She's just like a sister to me. Can't you stop overthinking this?"

"A sister, sure." She smiled bitterly.

So he was still lying. She fought the urge to throw all the evidence of his infidelity in his face. In just 28 days, the divorce agreement would take effect, and she could tell him to get lost for good.

Her tone couldn't have been flatter as she added, "Then congratulations. Your sister is wonderful."

George was too angry to speak, his face frighteningly dark.

Louisa had no desire to continue this pointless argument. Fortunately, a nurse entered at that moment.

She approached the nurse. "I want to check out. Could you please help me with the discharge procedures?"

The nurse looked confused, glancing at George. She had never encountered a situation where a patient wanted to handle their own discharge while family was present.

Louisa understood that look. "Don't mind him. Just take me there."

The nurse nodded, about to speak when George strode over, saying firmly, "I'll do it!"

Louisa didn't argue with him.

After gathering her belongings, she left the room.

At the nurses' station, she asked, "I'm Louisa Forbes from room 1887. Could you tell me who brought me here yesterday?"