Sir, Madame Has Run Away Again!

Chapter 473

The fact that he hadn’t greeted me despite his return irritated me, and it took me a while to fall asleep in bed. Waking up in broad daylight the next day, after washing up, I went down to breakfast in a clean outfit. Sharon had already made breakfast, but I wanted to know

while looking at the unoccupied table if Eric wasn’t going to join me for breakfast.

Apparently having read my mind, Sharon replied, “Young Master Eric got home late last night, so he’s still sleeping.”

I gave a groan before digging into my food, which I finished quickly, then went for a walk outside, only to find that Eric still hadn’t woken up. Did he used to sleep so much? As I walked up the stairs, I thought to myself, then lingered in the hall to have a look at her room where Sharon left her luggage last night.

asked if I should

His bedroom door was closed, which indicated he was still sleeping, so I went to wake him up. However, I decided against this, opting instead to go into my own room. At that moment, I heard the sound of a door opening behind me, during which time I turned to see a woman walking out of her room through the open door.

from Eric’s room was Beverly Deering, who was on her knees and was startled to see the woman’s face. Why is she here? The woman who came in a white silk nightgown. Her hair was ruffled over her shoulders while her breast was exposed as she didn’t tighten the strap of her nightgown.

Ears ringing, I quickly walked into my room before closing the door. Even an idiot would know what happened last night to witness a beautiful woman in her nightgown leaving Eric’s room early in the morning. I was suddenly hit with flashbacks of how he treated me yesterday. He must have treated Beverly the same way last night.

Also, I remember when Beverly held your hand in Riverdale. I was already suspicious of their relationship, but I never expected to witness the true extent of their relationship right after having sex with him, which made me blush as feelings of shame overtook me.

Isabella was right; someone like Eric has definitely had a lot of women in his life. For me, having sex with him was a big deal, but it was just one night for him. Suddenly, the memories of me pining for him last night made me feel ashamed. Just when I assumed it meant something to Eric, he was having sex with another woman in a room not a hundred yards from me.

After getting my hopes up, I was utterly disappointed, prompting me to run to the bathroom while covering my flushed face. I just came to realize how terrifying I took on seeing my face in the mirror, red with rage.