The Divorcee Amazed the World

Willis had a decent tolerance for alcohol, but with everyone toasting continuously, he started feeling a bit dizzy after a few rounds. At one point, he excused himself to the restroom, splashing cold water on his face to freshen up. Upon returning, he continued to sit and had a couple more drinks.

The dizziness intensified, and everything seemed blurry and doubled. In the middle of the celebration, he decided to take a break. Willis motioned to his assistant, “Go downstairs, book a room for me. I need to rest for a while, sober up, and then go home.”

He didn’t want to go home in a drunken state, potentially disturbing Helena. Moreover, being intoxicated might make him overly clingy and, with Helena being pregnant, he needed to be careful.

The assistant nodded, “Sure, Mr. Santana.”

He helped Willis stand up and, after a brief farewell to the guests, they took the elevator downstairs.

Upon arriving, a room was promptly arranged. Willis took off his shoes, lay down on the bed, and his assistant poured a glass of warm water, placing it on the bedside table. “Mr. Santana, I’ll head upstairs. Call me if you need anything. Once you’re feeling a bit more sober, I’ll arrange for the driver to take you home.”

Willis responded with a faint “Mm-hmm” and pulled the blanket over himself. He closed his eyes, intending to get some rest. However, instead of feeling the usual effects of alcohol, he sensed his body temperature rising, and an inexplicable masculine urge surged from the depths of his being, making him unexpectedly excited.

Typically, being drunk brought about familiar reactions. Willis attributed it to the amount of alcohol he had consumed and the three cups of hot tea he had ingested.

Trying to clear his mind, he clenched his hands beneath the table, hoping to shake off the drowsiness. Little did he know that this unusual sensation was a sign that something was amiss.

Willis suddenly picked up his phone and called his assistant.

However, his vision was blurry, and he could hardly see the screen. He relied more on his instincts than his sight.

When the assistant answered, Willis spoke with a low, deep voice, “Take me to the hospital.”

The assistant was taken aback, “What happened, Mr. Santana?”

“I suspect my drinks or tea were tampered with. I feel abnormal. Take me to the hospital for gastric lavage, now!” Willis urgently instructed.

“Alright, Mr. Santana. I’ll get someone right away,” the assistant replied, rushing to bring assistance.

Willis hung up the phone, holding his forehead. The headache was severe, and he felt parched. His heart was pounding, and his body temperature was soaring.

At this moment, he longed for Helena.

He yearned for her soft and fragrant presence, for the melodious sounds of her voice. He envisioned pressing her down on the bed and passionately making love to her.

While struggling with this overwhelming heat and discomfort, the doorbell rang.

Thinking it was his assistant, Willis staggered to the door, opened it slightly, and a slim figure slipped inside.

Before he could react, the figure wrapped arms around him, burying her head in his chest, and cooed, “Darling, are you feeling uncomfortable? Let me help you.”

Although his consciousness was unclear, and he couldn’t see her face clearly, Willis caught a whiff of a sweet and overpowering perfume – not Helena’s usual natural scent. Helena never used perfume; her fragrance was a blend of shampoo, shower gel, and skincare products.

Willis grabbed the woman’s shoulders, forcefully pushing her away, and barked, “Get out!”NôvelDrama.Org holds text © rights.

However, Susan didn’t leave.

She saw this as an opportunity not to be missed.

Bruce had said that as long as she became intimate with Willis, he would not be able to leave her.

Helena might be superior to her in many aspects, but she lacked this particular connection.

With her chin raised, Susan stared at Willis’s handsome face, her mind intoxicated by the effects of alcohol.