Ditch Fake Bond She’s Tycoon Wolf Heiress novel Chapter 210

Chapter 210 My Awareness Fading 

Lily’s POV: 

“You…” Samuel seemed angry again at my words His fist thudded against the door. “I’m not here for revenge. Just open the door. Let me rest for a minute. 

“Why my place? Can’t you go home?” I asked. 

“I don’t want to go home tonight.” He coughed, His voice carrying a rare tiredness and vulnerability. “Besides, you’re the one who got me into this state today, Lily. The scar on my palm isn’t even fully healed, and this is how you repay me?” 

Repay him? I remembered that night he saved me, his hand cut and bleeding from the broken glass. I also remembered how he later used that night to tease me, threaten me, and even lie about us sleeping together. 

Whatever guilt I felt over his injury vanished instantly. 

“Whoever sets a trap gets caught in it,” I said coldly to the door. “I just wanted to do my job well at the company. If you hadn’t targeted Natalie, threatened me, or… harassed me, I would have respected you. I would have returned the favor.” 

After that, I ignored his knocking. But I didn’t call the police and considered it the last bit of leeway for the hand he offered that night. 

A long time passed, and complete silence filled the hallway. 

He must be gone. 

I gently cracked the door open to check. At that moment, a heavy figure slumped forward, collapsing straight onto the floor of my doorway 

I barely stifled a scream. “Mr… Mr. Scott?” 

The hallway motion-sensor light flicked on. Samuel lay sprawled on the floor, cheeks flushed, breathing ragged, his expensive suit jacket crumpled beneath him. One hand was splayed out beside him, the ugly, angry scar across his palm still starkly red under the light. 

I cursed under my breath, then bent down and dragged him inside with great effort-only as far as the entryway, not an inch farther. 

“And now we’re even,” I murmured. 

I cleaned up the mess he’d left outside. I got a warm towel and wiped his face and neck. He was out cold-drunk and unconscious. I decided to lock my bedroom door and give him a blanket to make do in the entryway. With a man like him, you couldn’t be too careful. 

As I tried to maneuver his cumbersome jacket off, his leather wallet fell to the floor. A photo slipped out. 

I looked without thinking. 

The next second, my blood ran cold. 

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