Chapter: 581

He stepped back and cautiously pulled back the blanket with one hand.

There, on the bed, was a woman, unclothed, lying next to him.

The woman seemed to be in a deep sleep until the blanket was abruptly pulled away. She shuddered a bit and then her eyes fluttered open.

Seeing the unclothed woman's face, Bryson froze. Feeling Bryson's gaze, the woman seemed to finally spot him and let out a scream.

Bryson recognized the woman as Kathy from the Carter family, Derek's younger sister. What was Kathy doing in his bed? And why were they both without clothes? "Man, my head's killing me. I can't remember a thing," he muttered to himself.

"Please, can you stop yelling?" Kathy's loud voice cut through Bryson's ears, triggering a sudden headache. He snapped, "Shut up!"

Kathy went quiet and hugged a pillow tightly, shaking, while Bryson's intimidating roar filled the room.

"Mr. Andrews, you and I... Last might..." Kathy seemed frightened, struggling to speak clearly, her words all jumbled up.

Bryson rubbed his eyebrows, looking puzzled. “I'm not sure what's going on. My thoughts are all over the place. Can you just Leave?

I'll reach out to you once I'm feeling better."

Bryson didn't even bother to look Kathy's way, as if she was invisible to him.

"Mr. Andrews, last night, you pulled me into this room and pressed me onto the bed. And then, you..." Kathy's voice shook as she talked.

Bryson glanced at her, noticing her slightly red eyes, tears ready to fall.

“I just want you to take responsible." Kathy made a concerted effort to finish her sentence, and finally, tears streamed down her face.

After her choked words, Kathy picked up the clothes from the floor and started dressing herself, taking her time with each piece. As she put them on, tears kept rolling down her cheeks.

Kathy's tearful face deepened Bryson's remorse for his choice of overindulging last night, silently berating himself.

Despite still unsure what had transpired last night, Bryson felt sorry for Kathy and called out, “Wait! “Here.” He somewhat softened his demeanor.

Bryson leaned down to grab his suit off the floor, reached into his wallet and pulled out a bank card and a business card. “Here's my card. You can use it for now. And here's my phone number. I'll call you in a few days."

His thoughts were in turmoil. His initial instinct was to address the situation with money.

With tears in her eyes, Kathy bit her lip and took the cards from Bryson's hand. “I'll wait for your call, Mr. Andrews," Kathy whispered, her voice filled with emotion.

Then, she hurriedly left the room.

Lying on the bed, Bryson stared up at the hotel ceiling, feeling lost. "Damn it! How could this involve Kathy?" He knew very well Kathy and Norah didn't get along. One could almost call them enemies.

Bryson recalled Joanna's account of Kathy's boldness of hiring gangs to hurt Norah. He worried about how Norah would see him once she knew he had spent a night with Kathy. He was scared. He didn't want to lose Norah's friendship. He wanted to silently stand by Norah forever, even if it meant never getting married himself.

With both hands clutching his head, Bryson looked remorseful. How could things have ended up like this?