No More Mrs. Nice Wife (Eleanor) novel Chapter 834

When Henry's lips found hers, Selma panicked. But in his drunken state, convinced she was the woman he loved, he was relentless.

Sometime later, Henry's breathing grew deep and even beside her. He had fallen into a heavy sleep, but his arm remained wrapped tightly around her, as if she were a lifeline.

Selma tried to shift, and thankfully, he had relaxed in his sleep.

As she pulled back the covers to get out of bed, she saw a splash of red on the sheets and froze in shock. She didn't know what to do. But in the end, what happened had been consensual, at least on her part. With a soft sigh, Selma got up and left.

She had been in the master bedroom for two hours. When she came out, the butler hurried over. He noticed her disheveled hair and the distinct red marks on her neck and gasped. "Miss Quigley, you—"

"Please, don't tell anyone I was here tonight, especially not your young master," Selma said, looking exhausted. "And the sheets are soiled. Please have them changed before he wakes up."

With that, she left.

The butler knew exactly what had happened in the master bedroom. He thought of his young master, dead drunk, and sighed.

Alcohol was truly a destructive force.

The next morning, Henry woke up with a splitting headache and no memory of the previous night. He felt completely drained, as if all his energy had been sapped away. He sat up, staring at the ceiling for a moment, then swung his legs out of bed.

That's when he noticed a red stain on the gray bedsheets. He frowned. It looked like blood. But where would it have come from?

His head throbbed too intensely to think about it.

As he got up, his foot kicked something on the floor. It was a woman's necklace, and it looked expensive.

Henry froze. What was a woman's necklace doing in his bed? What had happened last night?

He knew Xavier had brought him home, so he couldn't have brought anyone back with him.

He stumbled into the bathroom for a shower. The cold water helped clear his head. When he came back out, he picked up the necklace and examined it before placing it on the nightstand.

When he went downstairs, the butler immediately approached him. "Young master, is your head hurting? Would you like some ginger tea to help with the hangover?"

"I'm sober now. Who was here last night?"

"Mr. Vaughn, and… well…"

"And who?" Henry's eyebrows shot up.

The butler quickly shook his head. "No one else. Just Mr. Vaughn."

He couldn't tell him about Selma; she had specifically asked him not to.

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