Rising from the Ashes The Heiress They Tried to Erase Novel

Chapter 367: With such an opportunity presented, how could she resist? Her hand continued its exploration, drifting down over Roland's defined abs to his sleek, black, and gold belt. Leaning closer, her breath warm against his ear, her voice low and teasing, "As for who's better at pleasing women... I don't know that guy's ability, but you can show me yours if we give it a try. What about tonight?" But just as she spoke, Roland's eyes fluttered shut, and he slumped sideways. With a heavy thud, he collapsed onto the table, completely unconscious. Pattie's face twisted in annoyance.

"Are you messing with me right now? You fall asleep at a time like this?" she grumbled silently. Burying her face in her hands, she let out a long, frustrated sigh. After gathering herself, she pulled out her phone and dialed her bodyguards, her voice dripping with defeat. "Bring a stretcher. Looks like I'm dragging someone home again." Golden sunlight pierced through the gaps in the hotel curtains, bathing Roland's face in a gentle warmth. A low groan escaped his lips as he pried his eyes open, his skull threatening to split in two with each pulse of pain.

An unfamiliar ceiling greeted him, the air delicately perfumed with the essence of roses. Where the hell was he? His temples throbbed mercilessly as Roland pinched the bridge of his nose, struggling to piece together the fragmented memories of the previous night. Hazy images flickered of drinking himself into oblivion alongside Pattie... The sudden hiss of running water from the bathroom jolted his senses - someone was showering mere feet away! Wait a minute! Roland froze, momentarily paralyzed before bolting upright and yanking away the covers in one frantic motion.

He looked down, and his face turned pale instantly - he was now only wearing a pair of black briefs! Who in heaven's name had undressed him?! Pattie?! Exclusive updates gαlησνℯℓs.cøm His typically composed facade crumbled in an instant. Had he actually gotten drunk and crossed boundaries with Pattie of all people?! Frantically, he cocooned himself in the blanket, wrapping it tightly around his exposed skin like a defensive shell. Never before had alcohol claimed his senses so completely.

That devastating night when he discovered Maia keeping a male escort had marked the first time he'd ever lost control. Yesterday apparently marked the second... Roland's complexion turned ashen as his mind raced through terrifying possibilities. Just then, the bathroom door swung open with a soft click as the rushing water fell silent. Pattie emerged from the bathroom, her lithe form wrapped in a towel, feet nestled in slippers. Droplets cascaded from her damp hair as she toweled it dry, casting an appraising glance his way. "You're awake.

Do you want to take a shower?" Roland, resembling nothing so much as a startled cat, clutched the blanket tighter around his vulnerable frame! A slight frown creased Pattie's brow. To an uninformed observer, one might easily assume that she'd taken liberties with him during the night. She glided a few steps into the room and offered, "Your clothes got dirty last night. I arranged for the hotel to clean them. They should return them shortly." Roland's mind emptied of all rational thought, immediately conjuring scandalous scenarios.

Just how wild had their evening become for his clothing to require professional cleaning?! The tips of his ears blazed crimson with mortification as he rose from the bed, still cocooned in the blanket, and hastily retreated toward the bathroom. Pattie observed his peculiar behavior with bewilderment, then winced at the thunderous bang as the door slammed shut and the lock clicked decisively into place. . . .