Still You Still Me Still Falling novel Chapter 57

The consequences were too horrific to even imagine!

Sheila wrapped the duvet tightly around herself and stepped out of bed, only for her legs to instantly give out beneath her.

She had been so consumed by panic that she hadn't realized her entire body felt weak and leaden.

It felt like the groggy hangover from strong cold medication.

Suddenly, footsteps echoed from outside the door.

Sheila braced herself as if preparing for war. She watched the door push open, instantly locking eyes with the man walking in.

She stared at him in utter disbelief. After the initial shock faded, her eyes flared with pure, unadulterated hatred.

"Edmond Halley!" Her eyes were rimmed red. "You're despicable!"

Edmond was holding a high-end shopping bag, which clearly contained new clothes.

Her previous clothes had been drenched in sweat and... torn during the struggle.

In short, they were a ruined mess and absolutely unwearable.

He closed the distance with long, measured strides.

Clutching the duvet, Sheila tried to scramble backward, but her movements were clumsy, and she ended up awkwardly slipping back onto the edge of the mattress.

His face an emotionless mask, Edmond set the bag down on the bed.

"This is my suite," he stated. "When I came back last night, you were already in here."

Sheila froze.

She gritted her teeth. "And how am I supposed to know if you're telling the truth!"

"These are clothes," Edmond replied coolly. "Put them on."

He turned to walk out.

"Wait!"

Sheila called after him.

He paused. "What else?"

"Where is my phone?"

"Your purse and phone are in the living room."

Sheila quickly changed.

The clothes fit perfectly. Even the bra was her exact size.

Realizing Edmond was the one who had bought them made her flush with overwhelming embarrassment.

"How is that even!" Sheila was losing her mind. "I already told you, you unbuckled your own pants! Wait, so you actually took my clothes off? You absolute bastard!"

The muscles in Edmond's jaw feathered visibly.

He closed his eyes briefly before speaking. "You were clearly drugged last night. I warned you before to keep your distance from Cecil. The people in his orbit are incredibly shady..."

"It wasn't him," Sheila immediately shot back, biting her lip.

Edmond finally looked up, his gaze locking onto hers. "You trust him that much?"

"I do," she said firmly. "He would never hurt me. Edmond... whatever. I'll just chalk this up to incredibly bad luck!"

If this suite really belonged to Edmond, then the chances of her being photographed by some creep were basically zero.

As long as nothing unforgivable had actually happened, she would just pretend none of this ever took place.

She turned and headed for the door.

After two steps, she paused and looked back. "Edmond, let's never cross paths again."

His voice was practically frozen. "Perfect."

Sheila marched toward the entrance. But right as she passed the entryway mirror, she caught a glimpse of her reflection and froze dead in her tracks.

Right there on her neck, entirely unhidden, were several distinct hickeys!