Chapter 2 Reborn

Painful... her entire body hurt...

Nora woke up and held her dizzy head. In her view, she was not dead but hospitalized.

She opened her eyes and found herself in strange surroundings. The room looked like a presidential suite. Just then, she felt like she was on fire.

Enduring the heat, she checked the calendar and found the date was three years ago. Was she reborn?

Her sharp eyes spotted a vase. She went over, broke it, picked up a fragment, and stabbed her thigh.

The wound was not severe, but the pain was sharp enough to sober her up a bit. Then she remembered what happened three years ago. On the very day, her stepmother drugged her and discredited her thoroughly.

It was a turning point in her life. From then on, she couldn't hold her head high in front of Levi and Kristal.

Now that God gave her a second chance, she certainly would not let the tragedy repeat itself. On the contrary, she would lead a wonderful life.

Enduring the pain, she tottered out of the room because she knew what would happen in a moment. A man would come in to rape her, and her stepmother would rally a bunch of reporters to tarnish her reputation.

The pain in her thigh didn't last long, and the effect of the drug kicked in again. Nora felt burning hot and too weak to walk further.

Trying her luck, she turned the doorknob of the nearest presidential suite. Luckily, it was not locked, and she got in.

This room was decorated even more luxuriously than the one she was in earlier. Not in a mood to appreciate it, she had a cold bath to bring down her body temperature and then hid under the blanket to sleep.

In a short while, her body started to burn again. In a feeble condition, she grasped the only silk nightgown left on her body.

"Mr. Foley, I've reserved Room 1603 for you. Here is the room card. The environment on the top floor is quiet, and you can have a good rest without disturbance."

Special assistant, Gabriel Durham, discreetly took out a room card from his suit pocket and handed it to his boss, an awe-inspiring and dashing man with impatience on his face.

The expensive suit set off his upright figure as well as his noble, reserved temperament.

His face and figure alone demonstrated his ascetic charm.

"Meet me at 8 tomorrow morning, don't be late." Wyatt Foley took the room card and instructed indifferently.

"Yes, sir, consider it done." Gabriel respectfully watched his boss get on the elevator and heaved a sigh of relief.

The night was quiet. Wyatt took out an iron casket from his pocket, in which lay neatly pieces of candy.

He unpacked the wrapper and put one piece into his mouth. A fresh and sweet taste instantly woke up his taste buds, and his mood improved greatly.

At the door of Room 1603, his cell phone suddenly rang. The caller ID showed the name:

Josh Foley.

"Wyatt, you stay in Room 1603 of Debonair Hotel, right? I've prepared a surprise for you!"

While answering the call, Wyatt took out the room card to open the door. What came from the other end was Josh's enigmatic voice.

"What surprise?" He swiftly untied his tie and unbuttoned his collar. Without the constraint of the clothes, he felt relaxed.

"You'll know in a minute... You..." Josh deliberately held him in suspense, but he was not quite interested. Beep...

He hung up the phone, and Josh was stunned. Wyatt upset him again as he always did, and he decided not to present the surprise.

Wyatt entered the bedroom and spotted a woman, scantily dressed and fast asleep on the bed.

Her saggy nightgown slid down, revealing part of her fair, perky boobs.

The blanket had been kicked off, and the hem of her nightgown had been lifted to her butt. Her long and fair legs were exposed to the air, and he could even have a glimpse of her underwear.

Wyatt wondered if she was Josh's so-called surprise.

All these years, countless women wanted to climb on his bed, but Wyatt found them disgusting. The sleeping posture of this woman was terrible, but her appearance was clean and fine. Somehow, his interest was slightly piqued.

Putting down his phone, Wyatt covered her with the blanket, took a bathrobe, and went to the bathroom to wash up.

Half an hour later, he came out in the bathrobe while wiping his hair. With a hair dryer, he dried his hair, sat on the edge of the bed, and started to handle his unfinished business.

In her drowsiness, Nora felt someone by her side. The unbearable heat rose in her again.

In a feeble condition, she groped around, touched the strap of Wyatt's bathrobe, and tugged instinctively.

Absorbed in his work, Wyatt suddenly noticed a hand untying his bathrobe. The woman even smiled at him.

Her smile was silly, but he somehow found her cute.

Nora's hand groped to his lean waist and felt his cool body. In an instant, the heat in her subsided a little.

The delirious woman continued to grope up across his body, and Wyatt could no longer stand it. Dropping his phone, he bore down on her.

Now he finally saw clearly her clean, pretty face. She was the type that teenage boys would dream about.

"So cool and comfortable..." Nora clicked her tongue contentedly, held him tightly, and caressed him frantically.

As a normal man, Wyatt was undoubtedly turned on.

He raised his hand and tore her scanty nightgown apart. His Adam's apple rolled, and he kissed her delicate lips.

It was a wonderful night.

At 5:00 a.m. before dawn, Nora woke up and ached all over as if she were run over by a car.

Her hand was resting on a naked man. He was hot, but that wouldn't change the fact that she lost her virginity!

Nora scratched her hair, and memories of last night flooded back.

Shameful! Nora scolded herself inwardly and sneakily got up, but her clothes were nowhere to be seen. Without a choice, she put on the man's shirt which reached her knees.

To cover the dense hickeys on her neck, she buttoned up the collar. Those marks were solid proof of how crazy last night was.