He Gave Me Hearing, Then Taught Me What Silence Really Means novel Chapter 66

Her excuse was absolutely flawless.

But the moment Lydia stepped out of the private room, her forced smile vanished completely.

She questioned the hotel staff and tracked down the private dining room Nelson had occupied.

The room hadn't been cleared yet. The extravagant spread of food was barely touched, but two of the chairs were haphazardly pushed back.

Lydia fought the visceral urge to flip the entire table. Her chest heaved with suppressed rage, her lips pressed into a bloodless line.

She dialed Yvonne Saint, fighting to keep her voice steady.

"Mom, I think I just saw Nelson here at The Sovereign Grand. He was holding Juniper. I don't know if my eyes were playing tricks on me."

Yvonne's brow furrowed sharply. "The Sovereign Grand?"

"Yes. I was having dinner with some friends, and we ran into him by the elevators. He was carrying a woman."

Yvonne's expression turned frigid. After ending the call, she immediately contacted the hotel's general manager and demanded the security footage.

However, the private rooms at The Sovereign Grand didn't have cameras; only the corridors did.

Yvonne watched the corridor footage in silence. The moment she confirmed the face belonged to Juniper, she violently hurled her teacup against the wall.

The delicate porcelain shattered into a hundred pieces, her eyes darkening with lethal intent.

*

Nelson deposited Juniper into the backseat of the car.

The vehicle sat idly in the hotel's underground parking garage.

Juniper slumped sideways against the plush leather, Nelson's suit jacket still draped securely over her legs.

Nelson climbed in and pulled the door shut, enclosing them both in the spacious backseat.

Her exposed neck was littered with marks; he had already thoroughly claimed his territory back in the private room.

Now, looking at the completely unconscious woman, he reached out, his fingertips lightly tracing the curve of her knee.

The suit jacket had slipped aside.

Juniper frowned in her sleep and blindly slapped his hand with a sharp smack. The back of his hand instantly bloomed red.

She had been tolerating these annoying 'mosquitoes' for far too long.

Nelson retracted his hand. Noting her slightly swollen lips, he ultimately decided against pushing further. Instead, he pulled out his phone and messaged Caleb.

[Address.]

But she had already been blackout drunk by then.

Her mind short-circuited with rage, her fingertips trembling violently.

Moving like a ghost, she mechanically washed her face and collapsed onto the edge of the bed.

Another message from Caleb chimed in.

[A friend of mine just moved overseas, and he owns the villa right next door. He asked me to keep an eye on it. I figured it's probably uncomfortable for a girl to live in the studio, especially with male colleagues around. You should move your things to the villa next door later. You can help house-sit; he probably won't be back for a few years.]

Juniper couldn't even process the message. Her head was splitting with wave after wave of agony.

She gripped her phone, completely lost on what to do. She didn't even have Nelson's contact info to scream at him.

Her thumb accidentally swiped open her photo gallery, and the world went instantly black. She nearly passed out on the spot.

Nelson had used her phone to take a picture—a stark, compromising visual of the damp stain on his suit pants.

There was no caption. The silence was deafening.

But in her notes app, he had left his WeChat ID, his personal phone number, and two arrogant words.

[Add me.]