Chapter 882

Angeline struggled to get up. With her feet on the carpet, she tried to stand up twice but failed. Her legs were weak and sore from the night before.

Then, she noticed she was in a silk camisole nightgown.

She vaguely recalled Sean helping her change into it. No one else could have done it other than him.

She picked up the water cup from the carpet and placed it on the nightstand. Supporting herself on the edge of the bed, she stood up.

Her mouth was dry, and her throat parched as if it were on fire.

She had accidentally knocked over the cup earlier, so she needed to go out to get water. Just as she grabbed the handle of the suite bedroom door and opened it a crack, a large hand grabbed her arm and pushed the door closed.

Angeline, already weak and sore, fell into the arms of the man who was still damp from a shower. She turned around and, to her surprise, Sean was still there.

Her eyes widened with shock.

"Sean, why… why are you still here?" she asked, a little anxious.

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