The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 586

Chapter 586 The Wrong Door

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Julia struggled to swipe the card at the door. Marie, limp as a ragdoll, hung heavily on her, and just as she reached out, Marie nearly slipped to the floor.

Julia caught her with both arms in a panic.

The hotel attendant, seeing their room was 808, used a master card to unlock the door for her.

“Thanks” Julia muttered.

“Would you like help getting her inside?”

“I’ve got it. Go on,” she said, waving him off.

She hauled Maric in and let the door shut behind them. The city lights filtered through the windows, keeping the room from being completely dark. Without bothering to turn on the lights, Julia dumped Marie onto the bed.

On the phone, someone snapped, “Julia, have you left yet?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m going now,” she replied, breathless. God, this was exhausting. Drunks were such a pain. She pulled the blanket up over Marie and headed back out.

As she passed the bathroom, she didn’t notice someone inside.

The moment the door shut behind her, Derrick stumbled out, woozy, his skin burning like fire.

His temperature was off. His body was reacting in a way that left no doubt–this wasn’t normal.

He grabbed his phone and dialed Kale with what little clarity he had left.

“Yes, Mr. Derrick?”

“Get a doctor to Spirit Pub. I think I’ve been drugged.”

A man who lived around nightlife knew his body. He knew exactly what this was. His eyes narrowed dangerously.

But before help could arrive, what little restraint he had was completely swept away.

Derrick and Marie shared a dream that night–a long, strange, vivid dream.

In it, Derrick realized it was Marie beneath him, and everything he’d repressed burst to the surface. All his buried frustration, all his resentment, it came pouring out.

Marie, in that dream, fought back as she always did. But neither of them pulled away.

In the dream, they were still enemies.

And somehow, that made it easier to lose themselves in it.

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Chapter 586 The Wrong Door

The next morning.

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Abraham came downstairs and immediately found his mother waiting at the dining table. The moment she saw him, her face clouded over.

“What was Elena doing checking Stella last night?”

He didn’t answer. Just took the seat across from her.

Evelyn glanced up toward the stairs. It was already nine–thirty and Stella still wasn’t up. How rough had last night been?

Her expression darkened.

“Honestly. You couldn’t control yourself? You know her condition.”

Of course she knew what Elena had checked. She wasn’t stupid. And now she was annoyed–she’d always thought Abraham was the steady, composed type. Apparently not.

Abraham calmly lifted his glass of milk. “I know what I’m doing.”

Do you? Evelyn thought. With this kind of thing, once you lose control, what’s left?

Her temples throbbed.

He gestured to the housekeeper. “Make another plate.”

“Yes, sir.”

The housekeeper headed to the kitchen to bring out Stella’s meal, which she’d left warming, assuming Stella would be down soon.

Abraham took the tray directly from her hands and headed upstairs.

“Seriously,” Evelyn muttered.

The butler stepped forward. “Don’t worry. Mr. Abraham always knows what he’s doing.”

Evelyn nearly exploded. If she heard the words knows what he’s doing one more time, her head might just

burst.

This wasn’t a matter of having it under control.

Upstairs.

Stella was still fast asleep. Abraham hadn’t pushed her last night–he knew she was exhausted–but ever since getting pregnant, she’d been even more prone to heavy sleep.

“Babe, come on. Eat something first,” he murmured gently.

She groaned and rolled over. “Don’t want to.”

She was so tired, her eyes wouldn’t even open.

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