Your Regrets Won't Bring Me Back - Chapter 75: Chapter 75
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Moments later he rose and opened the door. Elena thought he was finally leaving, but he returned the next second with a tube of ointment in his hand.
"Sit on the bed."
"Huh?" Elena blinked at him.
"Your face is this swollen. Planning on letting no one see you tomorrow?"
Red-faced, she lowered her head and obediently perched on the edge of the mattress.
Standing before her, Simon squeezed out a dab of cream and gently smoothed it over her cheek.
The cool touch eased the throbbing at once.
His eyes darkened as he studied the bruise. "Was it Julian or Lawrence Bennett?"
After pressing her lips together for a moment, Elena whispered, "Thank you for caring, Young Master Whitmore, but I'll resolve my own problems."
Simon's hand paused; his gaze grew complicated, yet he let the matter drop.
He could see she wanted to keep her distance.
"Still, thank you for tonight. Without you I'd already be branded a shameless woman by everyone present."
"No thanks necessary. You already thanked me—right here." His warm fingertip brushed her lips.
Elena instantly realized he was reminding her of the mortifying things she'd done under the drug's influence.
The cheek he hadn't treated flushed crimson in an instant.
Simon's lips curved. "Get some rest."
He placed the ointment in her palm and walked out.
Central Hospital
Annabelle Bennett had just undergone gastric lavage.
Victor Whitmore stood by the corridor window, smoking in silence.
Inside the hospital room, the three members of the Bennett family re-hashed the night's disaster.
Lawrence Bennett growled, "Who was that man? We have to shut his mouth—he mustn't ruin Annie's name."
Adaline threw up her hands. "I don't even know who he is. Annie found him herself. Who knew he'd dare do that to her? If we hadn't rushed in when we did, it could have ended in utter catastrophe!"
Lawrence's mustache quivered with rage. "And you didn't think to discuss such a plan with me first?"
"How was I supposed to know it would blow up? Annie and I both watched Elena drain that glass!"
"If she drank the wine, the drug should have taken hold! She looked perfectly sober. And who drugged Annie?"
Adaline racked her brain yet still couldn't make sense of it all.
She glanced toward the doorway, a placating smile already in place. "Victor? When did you get back?"
"Victor, thank you for bringing Annie to the hospital. Please don't blame her for tonight—someone set her up; she's the victim here."
Victor narrowed his eyes. "Did I hear you say you drugged Elena?"
Adaline's expression turned awkward. She laughed thinly. "I never meant to ruin her virtue. I was thinking of you and Annie—hoping you'd marry sooner. I never imagined it would end like this. Please don't hold it against Annie; she loves you."
Victor's face revealed nothing; Adaline could not tell whether he was angry or indifferent.
"Annie, you're awake?"
Annabelle's eyelids fluttered open.
She stared blankly at the ceiling. Seconds later, remembering the humiliation she suffered at Sir Whitmore's birthday party, she shot upright.
"Sit on the bed."
"Huh?" Elena blinked at him.
"Your face is this swollen. Planning on letting no one see you tomorrow?"
Red-faced, she lowered her head and obediently perched on the edge of the mattress.
Standing before her, Simon squeezed out a dab of cream and gently smoothed it over her cheek.
The cool touch eased the throbbing at once.
His eyes darkened as he studied the bruise. "Was it Julian or Lawrence Bennett?"
After pressing her lips together for a moment, Elena whispered, "Thank you for caring, Young Master Whitmore, but I'll resolve my own problems."
Simon's hand paused; his gaze grew complicated, yet he let the matter drop.
He could see she wanted to keep her distance.
"Still, thank you for tonight. Without you I'd already be branded a shameless woman by everyone present."
"No thanks necessary. You already thanked me—right here." His warm fingertip brushed her lips.
Elena instantly realized he was reminding her of the mortifying things she'd done under the drug's influence.
The cheek he hadn't treated flushed crimson in an instant.
Simon's lips curved. "Get some rest."
He placed the ointment in her palm and walked out.
Central Hospital
Annabelle Bennett had just undergone gastric lavage.
Victor Whitmore stood by the corridor window, smoking in silence.
Inside the hospital room, the three members of the Bennett family re-hashed the night's disaster.
Lawrence Bennett growled, "Who was that man? We have to shut his mouth—he mustn't ruin Annie's name."
Adaline threw up her hands. "I don't even know who he is. Annie found him herself. Who knew he'd dare do that to her? If we hadn't rushed in when we did, it could have ended in utter catastrophe!"
Lawrence's mustache quivered with rage. "And you didn't think to discuss such a plan with me first?"
"How was I supposed to know it would blow up? Annie and I both watched Elena drain that glass!"
"If she drank the wine, the drug should have taken hold! She looked perfectly sober. And who drugged Annie?"
Adaline racked her brain yet still couldn't make sense of it all.
She glanced toward the doorway, a placating smile already in place. "Victor? When did you get back?"
"Victor, thank you for bringing Annie to the hospital. Please don't blame her for tonight—someone set her up; she's the victim here."
Victor narrowed his eyes. "Did I hear you say you drugged Elena?"
Adaline's expression turned awkward. She laughed thinly. "I never meant to ruin her virtue. I was thinking of you and Annie—hoping you'd marry sooner. I never imagined it would end like this. Please don't hold it against Annie; she loves you."
Victor's face revealed nothing; Adaline could not tell whether he was angry or indifferent.
"Annie, you're awake?"
Annabelle's eyelids fluttered open.
She stared blankly at the ceiling. Seconds later, remembering the humiliation she suffered at Sir Whitmore's birthday party, she shot upright.
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