Chapter 2 No Need to Come Along

• Back in the hotel room, Celia was unaware that she had mistakenly taken the wrong medicine given by the receptionist. After a hectic day, she was exhausted and simply wanted to take a shower and get a good night's rest.
• By the time she finished showering, an hour had already passed.
• She lay sprawled out on the large bed. It was soft and comfortable, much better than the wooden plank bed she slept on abroad.
• Before she knew it, a wave of drowsiness washed over her, and she fell into a deep sleep.
• At around 11 p.m., a top-of-the-line luxury Maybach, accompanied by several Rolls-Royces, slowly pulled up at the hotel's entrance, gracefully blending into the night.
• The hotel's service staff, who were prepared and waiting, lined up in two rows and bowed respectfully as the vehicles approached. The manager, Patrick Zeller, personally stepped forward to open the car door for the guest.
• As everyone eagerly awaited, a figure slowly emerged from the car.
• The man was dressed in a top-tier bespoke suit, with his white shirt impeccably buttoned up to the collar. He exuded the commanding presence of someone who had long held a high position.
• He was noble and breathtakingly handsome, with flawless features as if crafted by the hands of God. His deep black eyes were as profound as the abyss, while his straight nose and thin lips conveyed a demeanor of aloof superiority reminiscent of a lofty emperor.
• After he stepped out of the Maybach, several other men dressed in immaculate suits emerged from the Rolls-Royces behind him, forming a protective entourage around him.
• "Welcome to Imperial Hotel, Mr. Howard," Patrick said with reverence.
• Following suit, the service staff behind him bowed in unison, saying respectfully, "Welcome to Imperial Hotel, Mr. Howard!"
• The man was already accustomed to such occasions and did not respond. After scanning his surroundings with an indifferent look, he led the group of men behind him straight into the hotel.
• Patrick hurriedly caught up to him, intending to lead the way. "Mr. Howard, your room's ready. This way, please."
• A man stopped him in his tracks. "Just hand over the room key. No need to come along."
• Patrick was shrewd enough to understand that the man was trying to prevent him from disturbing the big shot. He immediately stopped and handed over the room key, showing his tact.
• Soon, the group entered the elevator, ascending slowly toward the presidential suite on the top floor.
• Patrick heaved a sigh of relief.
• Although the grand welcoming ceremony had lasted only a few minutes, he was on edge the entire time, afraid of making any mistakes. Now that the guest had gone upstairs, he hoped that the woman he had carefully chosen would serve the man well enough to meet his satisfaction.
• At this moment, in the dimly lit room, Celia was already fast asleep.
• She had spent more than ten hours on the plane during the day. Then, without a moment's rest, she hurried to the dinner party for her best friend, Emily Keyson. The long-distance flight, combined with the humiliation from Ruth and Sylas, left her physically and mentally exhausted, and she fell asleep almost instantly.
• Just then, there was a Click! as the door opened from outside. The tightly closed door was suddenly pushed open, followed by a man stepping inside.
• Entering with the light behind him, he appeared as if stepping on a beam of light. His cold and stern face showed no expression, and his dark eyes scanned the room indifferently before he ignored the luxurious decor and headed straight for the bathroom.
• Soon, the sound of running water filled the bathroom. About half an hour later, the man emerged, now in a robe instead of his expensive suit. Toweling his still-dripping hair with his right hand, he made his way toward the bed.
• As he drew closer, he sensed that something was off. In the middle of the supposedly neatly made bed, there was a small lump, and there was the intermittent sound of heavy, labored breathing from under the covers.
• His inherent vigilance made him frown. Just as he was contemplating his next move, a slender, pale arm reached out from under the covers, followed by a person's head popping out.
• The man could not make out her face, which was concealed by her dark hair. However, he could tell from the length of her hair that she was a woman.
• There's a woman in my room? After a moment's thought, Justin immediately grasped the situation.
• Every time he traveled on business or attended social events, there were always people offering women to him in an attempt to gain his favor. However, he generally avoided getting involved with such women of unknown backgrounds, and tonight was no different.
• After drying his hair, he casually tossed the towel aside. Then, he lay down on the right side of the bed, still wearing his robe.
• After a day full of meetings, he was already feeling tired. When he lay down, he made sure to keep some distance between himself and the woman.
• Just as he pulled the covers, his hand brushed against the woman's arm by accident, and he felt a heat so intense that it almost seared him.
• Something's wrong! This was the second time Justin had felt this way. The woman beside him didn't sound right from her breathing just now. Her breathing sounds heavy and even a little painful. What's happening?
• "Hey, wake up." Justin furrowed his brow, subconsciously reaching out in an attempt to shake Celia awake.
• In her dream, Celia felt very hot, as if she were surrounded by flames, with waves of heat surging upward as if to consume her entirely.
• She felt extremely uncomfortable, her head heavy and dizzy. She desperately looked for something to cool herself down.
• In her haze, she suddenly felt something cool to the touch. She immediately clung to it, hoping it would alleviate the intense heat within her.
• Justin was taken aback when the woman unexpectedly leaned against him. He instinctively tried to push her away, but his arm was held in a firm grip. Despite his efforts to break free, he couldn't escape her grasp.
• He furrowed his brow, pondering how to break free. Just then, the woman pressed herself against him, as if seeking some kind of comfort. Her body was soft and smelled nice, but it was burning hot.
• He felt like he was trapped in a furnace. Immediately, he realized that the woman had taken drugs. Looks like she came prepared!
• He frowned slightly. He had no such intentions, but the woman kept snuggling into his arms. A puff of warm air brushed his face with every breath she took, accompanied by a sweet scent that assailed his nostrils.
• Justin's heart was filled with astonishment. He had always had good self-control. If he didn't want to, he would not spare a glance at any other woman, even if they were standing naked in front of him. And yet, the young woman in his arms had effortlessly evoked his reaction.
• He suddenly became curious about what kind of woman she was. Subconsciously, he reached out to push aside her long hair to reveal her face. However, she didn't give him the chance, her restless hands exploring his body.
• Celia half-opened her eyes, murmuring unconsciously. Her soft and gentle voice was incredibly alluring.
• Without any hesitation, Justin decided to make an exception and relieve her from the pain.