Betrayed, Then Back For Blood

Chapter 33

Chapter 32

After playing two rounds of the game, Briar finally got over the shock. She looked up at Brandon and Morton standing by the door.

They were still frozen in place, staring intently at the sleeping Ashton. Briar rubbed her temples. It was late, and she was sleepy.

Morton, observant and meticulous, immediately fetched two blankets and silently offered them to Briar, a clear attempt to please. “Miss

Jennings.”

Briar looked at the blankets in Morton’s hands. She was lost for words for a while. ‘Fine then. I’m just a glorified tool here,’ she thought.

Briar took the blankets and tossed one over Ashton. Her movement was so rough that the blanket landed right over his head.

Fortunately, it slid down on its own, settling into its proper place. Despite the disturbance, Ashton only furrowed slightly without waking. Brandon and Morton breathed sighs of relief.”

Ignoring their dramatic reactions, Briar moved to the other end of the couch with the blanket. She found a comfortable spot, closed her eyes,

and tried to sleep.

A few minutes later, the lights went out. Briar heard the footsteps of Brandon and Morton leaving and then entering the next–door room.

In the dark, Briar stared at the ceiling. ‘Never thought I’d have a moment of kindness like this,’ she mused. ‘Apparently, leaving that brutal environment had softened my heart.’

Despite all the thoughts, sleepiness overwhelmed her. Briar closed her eyes again and finally sank into sleep.

The presidential suite had excellent soundproofing. With the curtains drawn, it was easy to sleep soundly regardless of the time, especially

when one had a soft and comfy pillow.

‘Wait. What pillow?‘ Briar’s drifting consciousness snapped back. She jerked her eyes open, only to see a blur of white—a warm chest clad in

a white shirt.

Briar focused on the distinct logo on the

jolted upright, her gaze meeting Ashton’s

the hell? I was miles away from him when I fell asleep last night. How did I end up in his arms when I woke up? This is beyond awkward -where’s my legendary vigilance?‘

voice was as pleasant

looking away. Her eyes landed on the two

thank you so much.

straight through until 9 o’clock. Nine!” The

you mean ‘got him to sleep‘? I didn’t, I mean, don’t

genuinely didn’t possess any sleep–inducing powers. Ashton’s restful

Morton, having witnessed the “miracle,” elevated Briar to savior status. Their eyes shone

her.

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Chapter 32

to Ashton. “Ashton, aren’t

poured Briar a glass of water. “I think they might be onto something. It was you who

fee,” Ashton continued, pulling

account.

need help again, could I request Miss Jennings’s

notification. She glanced down instinctively–a text alerting her to a deposit of

fee I pay my therapist per session. Last night,

smart on Briar’s love for money–framing it as a straightforward

refuse.

her lips. Gazing

with sincere and

gig that pays 30 grand for a good

settled,” Ashton replied with an equally warm

“Well, it’s getting late.

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