The Heart Left Behind (Cole and Yvonne) novel Chapter 244

Just as I expected.

I turned to look at her. Putting aside her frail body, she actually looked good. At least, she shouldn't have fallen to this point.

"Did Fabian send you?" I asked.

This time, she didn't deny it. She probably realized she wouldn't be getting anything and gave up.

She said, "Yes, he regularly sends me to his clients."

Hearing that, I understood. This woman was basically used by Fabian to secure favors.

"Are you the only one?" I asked.

She was actually quite pitiful. If she ran into someone ruthless, she might not even make it out alive.

"Of course not. Fabian has plenty of women working under him. For someone at your level, only someone like me would do," she replied.

She was speaking with a hint of pride, but her expression soon turned into one of disappointment. "Who would've expected you to refuse to take responsibility?"

She stomped her foot in frustration. "Fine, I'll just complain to Fabian about you."

She was deliberately making it sound a bit suggestive as if we had spent a wild night together.

I asked, "Do you think I'm an idiot?"

I picked up a wooden stick and poked at her.

She stood at arm's length away. "What are you doing now?"

I replied, "I already told you. I find you disgusting."

I maintained my earlier stance. "Did you think I wouldn't realize that nothing happened between us?"

I drank so much last night that I couldn't even muster up the strength to lift my arm. How could I have engaged in anything else? Besides, I was married.

I looked at her. "Your phone."

The woman was a bit surprised but still handed it over anyway.

"I'll give you a number. Note it down," I said.

She followed my instructions in confusion.

"Don't worry. There are none," she replied.

I didn't bother to check her phone. I could just leave Murphy to handle things later.

Just as I reached the hotel entrance, I saw Murphy rushing over frantically.

"Mr. Joplin," he greeted.

His clothes were a mess. It looked like he had just gotten out of a brawl.

"What happened? Where did you go last night?" I asked.

I drank so much, but not a single person remained by my side?

Murphy responded, "Mr. Joplin, I had too much to drink last night as well."

Murphy looked puzzled when he said that. He had handled my drinks many times before but had never gotten drunk himself.

As we got into the car, Murphy asked in confusion, "Why was the alcohol so strong this time?"

He was mumbling to himself, but I heard him loud and clear. "It might not have been the alcohol."