Chapter 705
What the heck is going on?
Henrick stood still as he was stunned.
Wendy felt something was not right about the woman’s voice and was stunned when she saw her face.
This isn’t Arielle. Wait a minute. Are we in the wrong room? But that can’t be! The room number was 1201 in the photo, and this is 1201!
During her moment of stupefaction, Donovan jolted out of his sleep. He scrunched the bed sheet while trying to recall what had happened the night before.
All he remembered was that Vinson got him a doctor and sent him and Queenie to the hotel. There were lingering traces of sexual pleasure, and his foggy memories identified the woman who he’d made love to as Arielle.
However, the woman by the bed was actually Queenie.
It must’ve been the perfume she gave me! Okay. So I slept with someone else. What about the two people standing there? Why is Wendy and Arielle’s father here?
Meanwhile, Susanne heard something and went back to the room. She was worried that Henrick might throw a violent fit and kill his daughter in the process.
When she got to the bedroom, she was startled to see
Queenie.
Susanne knew that Queenie was a young and famous doctor, but she did remember that Wendy told her Donovan was with Arielle.
Confused, she turned toward Wendy.
“Wendy, what’s going on? You told me that Arielle’s here.”
Henrick suddenly got back to his senses and released his grasp on Queenie’s hair. “What’s going on? Are you messing with me?” He got closer to Wendy and demanded an explanation.
Wendy
s so dumbfounded that she couldn’t formulate
a reply.
It should’ve been Arielle! What happened?
Tap, tap, tap… Reporters barged into the room, pushed everyone aside, and went into a photo-snapping frenzy.
“Stop! Stop!” Queenie lunged onto the bed and covered herself with the same comforter that Donovan was using, but that only geared up the reporters’ fingers.
“Stop, please. I beg all of you.” Tears were gushing out of Queenie’s eyes.
Donovan scowled. “Get out!”
Yet, the reporters simply ignored him and kept flashing at Queenie’s face.
“Ms. Mill, rumors online had it that you’re having an affair with a married man. Any thoughts?”
“Ms. Mill, when did this affair start? You’re always known as someone aloof. What made you seduce a married man?”
“Do you feel sorry for what you’ve done?”
“Do you still think that you’re fit to be a doctor?”
Upon hearing those questions, Wendy, who was squeezed out of the room, checked her phone.
The Affair Between Queenie Mill, A Famous Doctor, and A Married Man. was on the top of the trending list.
So, it wasn’t Arielle who was in Donovan’s bed all this while but Queenie? What! This is completely off the target! What am I going to tell Susanne?
Blood drained from her face.
“Wendy, so, this was your intention of bringing Mr. Southall here? You led this flock of spectators in here because you thought it was me on the bed?” It was Arielle.
Wendy’s eyes darted toward the voice and saw Arielle by the door. Vinson appeared stoic as he stood behind the latter.
Chills went down Wendy’s spine as she could smell something sinister brewing.
