Chapter 5 Please treat it like a dream.

By the time Olivia opened her eyes, it was already daylight the next day.

She just felt sore and aching, her head was about to crack, and she opened her eyes in a daze to see the white ceiling above her head; she was oblivious to where she was.

She blinked hard a few times and rubbed her face. A steady breathing sounded in her ears, and Olivia turned her head, only to find a man sleeping next to her!

The moment Olivia saw Wilson, she was immediately startled awake. She stared at Wilson blankly for a few seconds, and then she turned her head and surveyed the decorations in the room, the whole person was dazed.

She was in a hotel! And she was sleeping next to a man she didn't know!

With a panic in her heart, she rolled off the bed and fell to the cold floor.

Wilson's hands were resting on the quilt, half of his body was exposed outside the quilt, and she looked down at herself and found that she was uncovered too!

What happened?

She struggled to recall what had happened, remembering the snippet of the drink that General Reed had given her, and the fact that she had left the party with a man in her arms, and then...

Then she hugged the man.....and then......

Olivia was almost dumbfounded by the recalled scene, she didn't even dare to breathe loudly, and she cautiously looked at Wilson, seeing that he showed no signs of waking up, which led to a leisurely exhale... She rubbed her thigh and moved, and she found a tearing pain coming from her body.

Thinking back to last night, she concluded horror!

She slept with him!

Olivia was so frightened that she was about to cry out, she grabbed the clothes on the nightstand and put them on, and she stood in the middle of the room, looking at the man on the bed.

The man on the bed was handsome, he was sleeping soundly with his eyes closed, his sturdy chest half-exposed under the covers, and she had to say that he was in good shape.

But in the face of this beautiful view, Olivia's mood was not only not good, but also very panic-stricken.

What should she do? If he woke up and wanted to ask for an explanation, how could she explain it to him?

She was the one who had been victimized. However, she remembered last night as if she was the one who took the virginity!

The memory of the man who seemed to have avoided her harassment several times and she pestered him, finally...

Olivia's mind turned over countless thoughts and her body hurt so badly. She thought for five minutes and came up with only one solution, run away!

She didn't know how to face this strange man, and her heart was in a mess, now she just wanted to leave this place in a hurry!

Olivia squatted down to carry her high heels, she grabbed the banquet bag on the table in her hands and walked towards the door in a big step, but she stopped again at the moment her hand was placed on the door handle.

It was shameless to walk away like this, wasn't it? She had forced him to do that, and now she was escaping without saying goodbye. The man might think of her as scum!

She backed away again, and she was shivering as she opened the banquet bag and pulled out a wad of money from it, she held it in her hand.

The eight hundred dollars was still the money she had just gone to the bank to withdraw yesterday, and it was supposed to be the living expenses for this month, but now... it was compensation for him!

Olivia gritted her teeth and put all the money on the table, then she picked up the pen and note pad on the table again and wrote some words.

After doing so, she walked towards the door with high heels in her hands, she opened the door carefully and left the scene as if fleeing.

By the time Wilson woke up, it was already sunrise. He rubbed his eyes and sat up from the bed, looking around at his unfamiliar surroundings and suddenly feeling something was wrong.

Thoughts swirled back in his mind as he remembered everything that had happened last night, and the woman who had been groped by him.

Woman.....Where was that woman?

Wilson turned his head and looked at the messy and the quilt on the other side of the bed, and he glanced towards the bathroom again, finding no sign of anyone else's presence.

He glanced toward the nightstand and noticed that the dress on top was gone.

The woman ran away?

Wilson got up from the bed at once and he scanned the room with sharp eyes, finally discovering the fact that the woman took advantage of his sleep and ran away without a word......

He felt a surge of anger in his heart. He had grown up with women who were always stalking him, but it was the first time that a woman took advantage of his sleep to sneak away.

All the time it had been a woman crying at him and he even had no time to avoid, when did the roles change?

That woman sneaked away? Just leave him in this room?

Wilson glanced towards the table and found that the woman's party bag that he had brought back last night was gone and there was only a pile of red on the table.

He walked forward to take a look, only to see on the brown tabletop, quietly laying a stack of one hundred dollars, and next to it was a note with a line written on it, "I'm sorry, please just take it as a dream."

"Had a dream?"

Wilson forcefully crumpled the note in his hand into a ball and threw it to the ground, his five senses crumpled together, and he was very angry.

Was this woman trying to take advantage of him and run?

He looked at the eight hundred dollars on the table and his anger grew larger and larger.

What did she take him for? A cowboy, Adonis, or the cheap bartender at the bar?

It was not so bad to sneak away, but how could that woman insult him with this money?

Wilson was half-exasperated; he got up and put on his clothes and walked out of the room, he ruthlessly slammed the door and headed for the elevator.

''I'd like to see who you are. Dare to use me up and throw me away with such audacity?"

Wilson pressed his cell phone to call his driver, and he was exasperated, "Don't let me find you, you'll be the one to be punished!"