Chapter 682

Chapter 682:
The bathwater was still warm, but her mood was sinking rapidly. What was she even doing? Why was she allowing him such liberties in her own house?
This was a place that held all the fond and comforting memories of her and her parents. Would her parents, if they were watching from above, chastise her for getting herself into this state of entanglement?
The more she dwelled on it, the more her irritation grew. She slapped the water with her hands, releasing her pent-up emotions. In an instant, water splashed everywhere, leaving the bathroom floor drenched.
After what seemed like an eternity, she finally emerged from the bathtub, wrapping herself in a bath towel.
Night had fallen deep. Despite her physical and mental exhaustion, sleep seemed a distant prospect.
Stepping off the plane that evening, Raul uncovered a problem with the project in Denm. Without wasting a second, he rang up Milton.
Subsequently, he made his way to the Royal Garden Corporation’s office, meticulously organized and transmitted all the relevant paperwork to Milton. It was nearing midnight when he completed these tasks.
He tidied up and headed for Sunset Apartment.
Word had reached him about Candice’s significant triumph in the court trial earlier that day. From tomorrow onwards, he made up his mind to prioritize the acquisition of Warren Building Materials. When had Milton decided to take such a leap without informing him?
With Candice as a partner, the duo made a great team. One aimed at incarcerating Corless, while the other focused on stifling cut-rate acquisitions. Their teamwork was flawless, poised to bring significant profits to the Royal Garden Corporation.
After scanning the documents, he walked towards his apartment. Just as he was about to unlock his door, he nearly tripped over, steadying himself against the door at the last moment.
Looking down, he saw Bettina, asleep once again right outside his doorstep.
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This time, he chose to remain sober and clear-headed, unlike the previous occasion when he stumbled toward Bettina in a similar manner. Despite the loud noise of his arrival, Bettina seemed to be sound asleep.
Raul bent down, nudging her gently. “Hey, time to wake up.” An intense whiff of alcohol hit him. He crinkled his nose, wondering how much she had drunk.
He nudged her once more. “Your place is just across. Hey, wake up!”
However, Bettina merely mumbled and drifted back to sleep.
Raul found himself caught in a dilemma. Should he carry her into his apartment? He still hadn’t clarified the previous situation, uncertain if he had been intimate with her during their drunken night. If he invited another misunderstanding this time around, things could get messier.
Yet, he couldn’t leave her out in the hallway either. It was too cold.
So, he nudged her once more. “If you’re not getting up, I’ll ring up your brother to come and take you back to your parents’ house!” He was acquainted with Bettina’s brother, who was a prominent figure, widely recognized in both the media and real estate fields.
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