Chapter 2 I'll Help You Sober Up

When Sabina's eyes met Brayan's intense gaze, a surge of nervousness washed over her. However, she managed to keep up a facade of simulated panic and croaked, "You... Just forget what happened last night."

After saying this, Sabina hastily picked up her dress from the floor and clumsily put it on, pretending to be hasty to leave.

But as soon as she got out of bed, Brayan grabbed her by the arm and said gruffly, "Wait."

He cleared his throat and asked in a low voice, "You saved me last night?"

Sabina breathed a sigh of relief. It seemed that she had guessed correctly. Brayan didn't know who he had slept with last night.

So, Sabina looked up at him innocently and nodded. Sniffling pitifully, she whispered, "Yes..."

Brayan furrowed his brows. Last night, his business rivals had set him up, and that was how this situation came about. But regardless of the circumstances, he felt that he had to make it up to the woman involved.

He let go of Sabina's arm and said, "Since you saved me, I'll compensate you accordingly."

Sabina knew that a big shot like Brayan must've met all kinds of women, so she needed to leave a good impression on him.

She suppressed her excitement and put on her most pitiful expression. Tears glistening in her eyes, she pretended to decline his offer. "No need, I didn't do it for the compensation."

Brayan narrowed his eyes at the woman before him. Then, he glanced at the glaring red stain on the bed, which instantly pricked his cold heart with guilt.

"I promised to compensate you, and I intend to keep my word," he asserted firmly.

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The following morning, Thalia woke up and stretched her arms.

Out of habit, she grabbed her phone to check the time, but her attention was immediately captured by the trending news alerts on her screen.

"The Rogers Group Splurges Millions on New Rising Star, Sabina, Elevating Her to Stardom Overnight!"

"From a B-list Actress to an A-Lister Overnight: Uncovering the Secrets of the Entertainment Industry and the Wealthy."

Thalia had grown accustomed to seeing Brayan's name on the gossip media outlets, but she had never seen him so generous before. She couldn't help but mutter sarcastically, "Seems like he's found true love."

Sneering, she tossed her phone aside and got out of bed.

An hour later, Thalia pulled into the company's parking lot.

After parking her car, she headed straight for the elevator. By the time she arrived, the doors were still open. When she was about to enter, she looked up to find an incredibly handsome and tall man inside.

Brayan?

What was he doing here?

Thalia involuntarily gasped as the memories of the passionate night they had shared suddenly flooded her mind.

"Are you coming in or not?" Brayan asked, a trace of impatience in his tone. However, he still held the door for her like a gentleman.

"Oh, uh, thank you." Thalia, relieved that he didn't seem to recognize her, walked into the elevator confidently.

The elevator doors slid to a close. Both of them stood on opposite sides, neither one saying a word, as though they were indeed complete strangers.

However, the elevator had ascended only a few floors when there was suddenly a deafening bang, and the lights went out abruptly.

Despite this abrupt turn of events, Thalia remained remarkably composed. She swiftly stepped forward, pressed all the floor buttons and then the emergency call button.

Unbeknownst to her, her companion wasn't doing as well. In the darkness, Brayan furrowed his brows as all the color drained from his face, beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead.

In the pitch blackness, an eerie silence enveloped them.

All of a sudden, the elevator abruptly started to drop.

Thalia frowned, but she remained steadfast, leaning against the elevator wall for support.

The unexpected descent, however, filled Brayan with panic. The anxiety overwhelmed him, making it hard for him to support his own body.

In the end, Brayan lost control and collapsed onto Thalia.

Thalia was startled, suddenly burdened by the weight of his body. She gritted her teeth, using every ounce of her strength to stay on her feet.

Finally, the elevator came to a screeching halt.

Thalia couldn't help but inwardly curse the man for being utterly useless, contemplating pushing him away.

But just as she pressed her palms against Brayan's chest, she noticed that his body was trembling.

Realizing that something was seriously wrong, she reacted quickly and opened her phone's flashlight with her free hand.

Brayan's face was ghastly pale, his forehead covered in tiny beads of sweat. This was a stark contrast to his usual aloof demeanor.

Alarmed, Thalia hurriedly asked, "Are you okay?"

"I'm... claustrophobic..." Brayan struggled to explain.

Thalia was taken aback and at a loss as to what to do, worried that something might happen to Brayan before help arrived.

"Then..." Her eyes darted around as she racked her brains for a solution. Suddenly, she remembered that she had a small bottle of water in her bag. Acting on instinct, she grabbed the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and splashed its contents onto Brayan's face.

"I'll help you sober up!"