The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In

Chapter 586 The Wrong Door

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Julia struggled to swipe the card at the door. Marie, limp as a ragdoll, hung heavily on her, and just as she reached out, Marie nearly slipped to the floor.

Julia caught her with both arms in a panic.

The hotel attendant, seeing their room was 808, used a master card to unlock the door for her.

“Thanks,” Julia muttered.

“Would you like help getting her inside?”

“I’ve got it. Go on,” she said, waving him off.

She hauled Marie in and let the door shut behind them. The city lights filtered through the windows, keeping the room from being completely dark. Without bothering to turn on the lights, Julia dumped Marie onto the bed.

On the phone, someone snapped, “Julia, have you left yet?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m going now,” she replied, breathless. God, this was exhausting. Drunks were such a pain. She pulled the blanket up over Marie and headed back out.

As she passed the bathroom, she didn’t notice someone inside.

The moment the door shut behind her, Derrick stumbled out, woozy, his skin burning like fire.

His temperature was off. His body was reacting in a way that left no doubt–this wasn’t normal.

He grabbed his phone and dialed Kale with what little clarity he had left.

“Yes, Mr. Derrick?”

“Get a doctor to Spirit Pub. I think I’ve been drugged.“.

body. He knew exactly what this was. His eyes

help could arrive, what little restraint he had was completely

shared a dream

it was Marie beneath him, and everything he’d repressed burst to the surface. All his buried frustration, all his

in that dream, fought back as she always did. But neither of them

the dream, they

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The next morning.

came downstairs and immediately found his mother waiting at the dining table. The

doing checking Stella last

took the seat across from

nine–thirty and Stella still wasn’t up. How rough

Her expression darkened.

couldn’t control yourself? You know her

what Elena had checked. She wasn’t stupid. And now she was annoyed–she’d always

his glass of milk. “I know what I’m

kind of thing,

Her temples throbbed.

to the housekeeper. “Make another

“Yes, sir.”

the kitchen to bring out Stella’s meal, which she’d left

directly from her hands and

“Seriously,” Evelyn muttered.

worry. Mr. Abraham always

she heard the words knows what he’s doing one more time, her head

burst.

matter of having