Chapter 684

Chapter 684:
Raul was dumbfounded. “No, please, not on the bed! I beg you!” While he was not as fanatically neat as Milton, he had no desire to clean up a mess after just getting off a long flight and a busy few hours. He was dead tired and craved sleep.
The queasiness was overwhelming for Bettina. She battled the urge to throw up, but the unpleasant sensation in her stomach was winning. Raul, without a second thought, hoisted her up and rushed towards the restroom as quickly as his legs could carry him.
As Raul set Bettina down on the floor, she couldn’t hold back any longer and ended up vomiting uncontrollably. Before Raul could evade it, most of her vomit landed on him, leaving him partially covered in the mess.
A sense of shock overcame Raul. The very scenario he feared the most had become his reality.
His once pristine suit, crisp shirt, and tailored pants were now a mess.
Bettina was trapped in a loop of continuous retching. Losing her balance, she slid from Raul’s grip, fell to her knees, clutching the toilet bowl as she continued to vomit.
Raul stood in disbelief. As unpleasant as it was, he had no choice but to start the cleanup. He pulled the retractable showerhead and, without hesitation, began rinsing himself and the soiled floor. Conveniently, the floor drain was sloped, making the cleanup easier.
The unsightly vomit also clung to Bettina’s body. Raul took the showerhead and gently cleaned her, removing all visible stains.
Next, he began filling the bathtub with hot water.
A curse escaped his lips. Why was he in such a predicament? He should have avoided intoxicated women.
Bettina was soaked from head to toe but still hunched over the toilet, retching until her stomach was empty. Exhausted, she collapsed onto the cold bathroom tiles with a sigh of relief and drifted back to sleep.
Raul felt on the verge of a meltdown. Angrily, he nudged her with his foot and commanded, “Get up. Shower yourself!”
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However, Bettina didn’t respond. She remained sprawled on the floor, sound asleep.
Since her clothes were soaked, it was impractical for her to sleep in the bathroom in such conditions.
Left with no choice, Raul had to maneuver her into the bathtub. To ensure her comfort, he had to remove her wet clothes, including her trousers.
This meant he was about to see her naked. Was this really appropriate?
Raul hesitated for a long time before finally deciding to give her a bath. Although he wasn’t sure if they had been intimate before, he chose to act as if they had. Bathing her wasn’t a big issue.
She was straightforward and unlikely to mind.
Raul struggled to remove her drenched clothes. It took considerable effort to get her shirt off.
Once removed, his gaze darkened—not out of desire, but because of the marks on her body, which were far more severe than he had expected. What he had seen so far was only the tip of the iceberg. Fury engulfed him.
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