The Invisible Daughter (Yunice Saunders) novel Chapter 356

Chapter 356 Smoke and Strings

Paul stubbed out the last cigarette. The pack was empty.

Elsie woke up coughing from the heavy stench of smoke filling the room.

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Her head pounded and spun from the lingering effects of the drug. She sat up slowly, pressing a hand to her forehead, and mumbled softly, “Morgan…”

Paul heard her loud and clear. He turned his head, voice eerily calm. “Awake now?”

The sound of Paul’s voice snapped Elsie out of her daze like a bolt of lightning.

She remembered now–Paul had taken her from Morgan, brought her to this hotel.

And she’d just called out Morgan’s name…

Her face went pale. She scrambled to get out of bed and beg for forgiveness, but the moment she moved, she realized she was naked.

Then her gaze shifted, and her panic disappeared.

Her body was covered in bruises, some red, some purple. Even with a foggy memory, it was obvious what had happened last night. The marks said enough.

Paul had been so eager to have her, so rough–he had to have missed her like crazy. It could only mean he still had feelings for her. He wanted her back.

It felt like victory. Elsie decided not to get out of bed. Her waist ached, her limbs were sore, but she lay there with smug satisfaction, convinced she had Paul in the palm of her hand.

She’d made the right choice last night.

She’d been worried about getting nothing from either side, but now at least Paul was back under control.

Leaning seductively against the pillows, Elsie asked, “Paul, how many times did you take me last night? I’m so sore… Don’t tell me you haven’t touched Taylor at all since you married her?”

She figured Paul must’ve been saving himself for her. Otherwise, why would he have so much pent–up energy?

She was so sore, it was swollen down there.

Paul’s voice dripped with sarcasm, though there wasn’t a trace of a smile in his eyes. “What can I say? I just can’t get enough of you.”

Elsie giggled at his reply, but then noticed something–his voice was hoarse. Really hoarse.

She climbed out of bed and threw on a robe. As she walked toward him, the smoke hit her straight in the face, making her cough.

Covering her nose, she frowned slightly. “You smoked this much? Are you in a bad mood?”

Paul hadn’t slept all night and had chain–smoked until his eyes were bloodshot. He looked like a wreck.

After a long pause, Paul finally asked, “What if I went broke? Would you still stay with me?”

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