Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce novel Chapter 1105

After returning to his room, Bert found Lucas still sleeping. Apparently disturbed by his presence, Lucas woke up with a puzzled expression on his small face, "Mr. Harper?"

His expression seemed a little strange. Why was he standing there so early in the morning?

Bert had lived for over thirty years, and it was the first time his mind was in such chaos, so chaotic that his entire head felt illogical. Scenes from this morning and fragmented moments from last night all merged into one, culminating in the image of a girl with teary eyes.

He opened the mini-fridge in the hotel room, took out a bottle of water, and gulped it down. However, this did not ease his troubled mind; instead, it only made it more chaotic.

"Bang!"

He slammed the half-empty bottle back onto the table, and his eyes unintentionally landed on the bottle of red wine, drunk a third of the way, on the table. His dark eyes filled with a storm as he picked it up, resealed it with the cork, and then called one of his trusted subordinates.

"Help me find out who handled the red wine delivered to my room last night."

After hanging up the phone, he put the bottle of wine into the trash bin. Wine could be discarded, but he couldn't throw away the troubles in his heart.

Lucas noticed that he was not in a good mood. The little one got out of the big bed and, wearing the hotel slippers, walked up to the tall figure. With his tender little hand, he held the man's cold hand, saying, "Mr. Harper, what's wrong?"

Bert raised his eyes and met a pair of clear and concerned eyes. He gently touched the boy's furry head and said, "It's nothing. Go and change your clothes and wash up; we'll go and have breakfast downstairs."

He did his best not to burden the child with his negative emotions.

In the bright bathroom, he took off his wrinkled shirt and looked at the red marks on his abdomen and shoulders in the mirror. His gaze deepened, and he looked away, walking to the shower head. He adjusted it to the coldest setting and let the bone-chilling water wash over his body, completely disregarding...

He usually took quick showers, but this time, he spent a whole fifteen minutes under the water. He didn't use any shower gel, just kept standing there, mechanically drenching his entire body, as if trying to wash away all his rationality.

The deed was done, and no matter the cause or the outcome, it wouldn't change what had happened. Since waking up this morning, one question had been lingering in his mind, and no matter how much he tried to evade it, he couldn't escape.

He wondered, even though he had been drugged yesterday if it were someone else who had entered that room, would he have lost control like that? Would he have selfishly taken the other person, regardless of the consequences?

The answer was no.