Housewife Gone Wild

Loose 479

Right before everything went black, I think I hooked my arm around Edward’s neck. That near–death feeling scared me out of my mind.

When I finally came to, my assistant was sitting beside me, her face full of anxiety as she watched me.

I was lying on the club’s couch, feeling weak and drained, like all my strength had been taken away.

I was still wrapped in that iron–gray suit jacket–every bit of warmth I felt came from it.

“Thank God, Ms. Murphy, you’re finally awake!” my assistant exclaimed, relief flooding her face.

I groggily sat up, and when the suit jacket slid off, I realized I was wearing different clothes.

The torn royal blue dress from earlier was neatly folded and placed next to me, and now I was in an elegant black slip dress that felt expensive.

“Did you change my clothes?” I asked my assistant.

She shook her head. “No, when I came in, you were already lying on the couch. Then that handsome guy had someone come get me and told me to look after you. He said if you didn’t wake up soon, I should take you to the hospital myself.”

I pressed my hand to my forehead, my head still spinning from the alcohol. Honestly, I’d only woken up because I suddenly had to pee.

Without a word, I got up and headed for the bathroom in the private room.

“Ms. Murphy, are you sure you can walk? Do you need me to help you?” my assistant asked, concern in her voice.

“No, I’m good,” I replied, stepping into the bathroom. I stared at my reflection–my hair was a mess, and my lips felt kind of numb.

Then I caught sight of my swollen lips, and my mind freaked out. ‘How did this even happen? Why are my lips all puffy?‘ I thought.

times–they were so squishy, like jelly, and honestly, it felt like one more bite and they’d split and start

swollen.

hard. My lips were swollen, my clothes had been changed by someone else, and I immediately checked the

nothing else was

came out of the bathroom, two female attendants entered. One of them, clearly the one in charge, smiled and said, “Miss, we helped you change. Is there anything else

at them. “Wait, you changed my clothes? Who told you

us to,” the manager replied with a polite

off my shoulders. If it was them who changed my clothes, then it really wasn’t a big

to her, I asked, “How long was I

phone. “About ten minutes of so.

it was 8:50,

completely drained, I slumped back onto the couch, emotionally numb. I asked my

did was take a shower. I tossed the clothes I’d changed out of into a bag and glanced at the suit jacket I’d

with me.

Chapter 479

out my phone, scrolled through my

a quick

But Edward didn’t reply.

fingers hard against my temples,

for any details.

beaten nearly to a pulp, honestly, I

with the alcohol clouding my head and Edward’s words sending chills down my spine, no wonder I blacked

checking my phone, but Edward

me

a classic black–and–white shirt and suit. He was strikingly handsome and masculine- so much so that I couldn’t help but stare,