One Night With The Seductress のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 21 - チャプター 30

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POVCompared to the hospital that Greyson and I went to in search of my filthy mother, this place is much better. All of the medical staff here seemed to be occupied with all of the patients that come and go, unlike in those two buildings, where they didn’t care if anyone inside lost their lives."Angelique, over here," Lian said from afar. Turning around to find her, I saw her at the edge of the second floor, waving at me and sending me a gesture to go up.She brought me to her father's ward the instant that I stepped on the same floor as her. As I anticipated, her father was asleep. "Is he in a coma?" I softly asked. I placed the fruits above the table that was beside his bed.Lian nodded once. “He’s been unconscious, and his pulse keeps getting weaker each day. Mom and I couldn’t sign the operation agreement because of the fact that we lack in terms of finance.” She had a blank expression, but her eyes were clearly in agony as she watched her father fight for his

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV The way that Greyson’s facial expression turned quite softer when he saw Gwynneth right in front of him and beside me, made me shiver down my spine. "It seems like the relationship between the two of you is far deeper than I imagined," I said, with the intention of leaving. "I heard from her conversation with my mother that she hasn't been able to meet you for years, and I guess that's true," I added. Greyson faked a cough as he rapidly shook his head. "T-that's not the case, Angelique. Don't get too ahead of your assumptions," he mumbled. "It's just that... I wasn't expecting that you'd return here with someone else. I was waiting for you to come back here with Lian, or at least a client of mine," he explained further. "You don't have to lie to yourself just because someone else is here, Greyson." Gwynneth randomly reached for his arm, then clung onto it. "I know that you've also m

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV Even though I knew that Greyson had already seen the crime scene that night, I still pretended that he had no clue about it when my mother mentioned it, thinking that it wouldn’t be great if she figured out that Greyson knows I’m a murderer. “Go on and try; it’s not like Greyson would believe a word you’d tell him. He knows me damn well and loves everything about me,” I bluffed, hoping that she would back down from her blackmail against me. My mother picked up her phone from her purse, browsing through it. “Well, this might be something that would make you change your mind,” she said with a grin on her lips, as if she were suppressing her laughter. As much as I was curious, I patiently waited for her to show me her phone, which I shouldn’t have done. I should’ve run away. I shouldn’t have stayed here for too long. I always end up thinking of doing something diffe

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV My brain has been quite fuzzy since I heard the news report. I didn’t need to wait for my name to be mentioned by the reporter. Merely the details about the murder case were enough for me to determine that I was the one being described. “There must be some sort of mistake here, Angelique. Who knows? You might not be the one they’re talking about. There’s no definite specification anyway,” Greyson said in such a casual manner, which made me irritated. “How are you acting so damn calm, Greyson? There’s a fifty-fifty chance that I’d be haunted the next second that I step out of this place,” I complained, raising my voice to let him sense that I wasn’t in the mood for jokes. Greyson heaved out a sigh as he cupped my cheeks. “Have you already forgotten what I told you?” he asked while the edge of his lips slightly curled. “I told you before that I wouldn’t carelessly let anything slip by

ANGELIQUE SLOAN’S POV Considering how there’s a lot of passersby around, I convinced the stranger who approached me to talk this out through a meal. I wasn’t planning on spending anything until I found a job, but I had to do so unless I wanted people to notice me. I took a sip from my iced caramel macchiato as I crossed my legs, leaning my back behind. “So, what do you want from me?” I asked, as if I were the one who had the upper hand. “You’re one amusing woman,” the man commented as he showed me a playful smirk. “What are you capable of doing other than pretending that you’re strong?” He used his lips to point out my trembling hands, which were holding onto my cup. I placed both of my hands on my lap and then faked a cough. “I’m confident that I can do anything and everything, as long as there’s money involved,” I answered him with all honesty. The man snapped his fingers. “That’s a