##Chapter 10 Ambiguous Feeling
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The light in the hallway became dazzling. I felt dizzy and it seemed the ground was swaying. I squinted my eyes and stumbled to the restroom.
I held the basin and threw up everything in my stomach. I was tortured by the ill feelings in my nose, throat and stomach.
I didn't eat much food over the day. I almost vomitted everything in my stomach, leaving only gastric acid.
I thought I should have been drunk because I was lying on a soft bed. I was clear it wasn't my own bed because I was unfamiliar with the smell.
"Eh..." I felt an extreme headache, and I was thirsty. "Water..." I said with my hoarse voice.
I felt someone help me up and feed me water. I swilled it up.
I lay on the bed again. I forced myself to open my eyes since I couldn't relax my vigilance at a strange place.
I was in a splendid room of Paradise Lost.
"Awake?" I saw a blurred face, and there was a familiar smell of cigarettes around me.
I blinked. "Mr. Wayne, why are you here?" my voice was still hoarse.
"Why can't I be here?" Wayne retorted.
"Then why... am I here?" I meant why I stayed in the room with Wayne. What happened last night?
"I held you here, of course. Last night, you threw yourself on me. I shouldn't refuse," Wayne approached me as he spoke to me. I could feel his breath with the smell of cigarettes.
"You..." I was embarrassed. I still had no strength to get up.
"What?" Wayne looked at my eyes and flirted, "You were not that cold last night."
His tone was serious. But I didn't believe I could do any outrageous things.
"I was drunk last night. So... so I don't remember anything."
"Babe, do you wanna deny with such a casual excuse?" Wayne's words were ambiguous, and he stroked my cheek with one of his hands.
I felt the goose bumps were all over my body. I sided my head to dodge him. "Mr. Wayne, please don't do that," I wanted to push him away, but my hands were weak.
Wayne sneered and got rid of my hands, "Haha, you mean it?" He suddenly pressed my arms and smelled in my neck, "I like your smell."
I was so embarrassed but I couldn't resist. I didn't go home last night. William must be so worried about me. I didn't even have a chance to call him. The sense of powerlessness eroded my mind right away.
My eyes were full of desperation. I closed my eyes silently.
Several minutes later, nothing happened to me. I felt my wrists were let go. "I have no interest in forcing a woman." Then I heard the door was slammed.
Wayne left, and I felt relieved. My palms were sweating. I took several deep breaths. When I calmed down, I hurriedly got up. It was then that I found I was naked.
I was so strained. After checking the bedsheet, I finally felt a sense of relief.
I was still dizzy, and I almost fell off when I struggled to get off the bed. I looked up and found my personal stuff was placed on the bedside table.
The clothes were not what I wore yesterday. A thought hit me, "Did I misunderstand him? Maybe he just changed clothes for me."
But no strange man had ever seen my naked body. If Wayne really changed clothes for me, that was way too weird.
Beep--
"Caroline, where are you?" I got my phone and called William. His anxious voice made me feel warm.
"Will, I'm fine. I had a business dinner last night, and I was drunk. I stayed at my colleague's. I'll be home right away."
"All right. I'll wait for you at home."
"Wait. Will, I wanna eat oatmeal."
"No problem."
Hanging up the phone, I washed up and took a taxi home.
When I opened the door, the strong smell of oatmeal came to me.
"Will, I'm home," I shouted at the kitchen, and I sat on the chair. My stomach was empty.
"Caroline, you are just in time. The oatmeal is ready," William was talking to me as he took the oatmeal out of the kitchen.
Seeing the dark circles on William's face, I was sad. He must stay up all night. "Will, have a rest. I'm back. You don't have to worry about me," I said.
"I'm not sleepy. I wanna watch you eating," William smiled, revealing a neat row of white teeth.
"Come on. I'm shy if you look at me. Go back to your room, good boy," I pushed him back as I spoke to him.
Seeing William enter the room, I sat down and held the warm oatmeal. But I felt sorry for William because I lied to him.
After eating the oatmeal, I went back to my room. I was so dizzy that I fell asleep again.
When I woke up again, it was midnight. I felt an acute stomachache, and the sweat ran down my forehead. I frowned and huddled, hoping to relieve the pain. Finally, I couldn't bear the pain, so I decided to take some medicine.
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