She Left She Thrived She’s Worth Billions novel Chapter 899

Everett panicked instantly, his eyes darting around wildly, unsure of where to look.

His face flushed beet red, and his heart rate sped up uncontrollably.

Turning his back, he took several deep breaths to calm his frantic nerves.

Hesitantly, he picked up the fallen blanket and gently draped it over her, making sure to cover her exposed legs.

Daphne continued to snore away.

The sound of her snoring somehow made the surrounding emptiness feel even quieter.

Everett knew he needed to leave.

Staying any longer would only make things unbearable.

He took a few steps toward the entrance, then backed up again.

He realized he hadn't paid!

Even though he hadn't touched a drop of alcohol last night, he had still downed plenty of sodas and juice.

By the time they finished talking, it was so late that the club was completely closed. They had been too busy arguing over who got the bedroom and who took the sofa for him to even think about the bill.

Scratching the back of his head, Everett looked conflicted.

Right now, there was no one around except the sleeping owner, so he couldn't pay even if he wanted to.

After wrestling with the dilemma, he left the club—only to return a short while later with hot coffee, croissants, and a breakfast sandwich.

He knew perfectly well that a simple breakfast wouldn't cover his tab, but it was the least he could do.

The minutes ticked by.

By the time Daphne finally woke up, the sun was high in the sky.

She hadn't even realized when she fell asleep.

Last night, she had tossed and turned, her mind racing with so many wild thoughts that it refused to quiet down.

Knowing she had a business to run the next day, she had forced herself to close her eyes.

It must have been the early hours of the morning by then.

Because she went to bed so late, waking up felt impossible.

When she finally stirred, her brain felt foggy for a brief second.

Then, she shot straight up and looked out the window.

But Daphne still felt entirely captivated.

She scrambled off the sofa and hurried up to her third-floor bedroom.

Just as she suspected, he was gone.

The bed was perfectly made, looking as though no one had slept there at all.

"He really just left..."

A wave of disappointment washed over her.

Still, it practically confirmed her theory.

The person who had carefully tucked her in was definitely Everett.

"He could have at least said goodbye before taking off..."

She complained out loud, but deep down, it wasn't anger she was feeling—it was a deep reluctance to see him go.

She had wanted him to stay.

Taking a deep breath, Daphne quietly headed back downstairs.