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Finding Love in the Boss’s Embrace After Divorce

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Chapter 1105 Who Handled the Red Wine?

After returning to his room, Bert found Lucas still sleeping. Apparently disturbed by his presence, Lucas woke up

with a puzzled expression on his small face, "Mr. Harper?"

His expression seemed a little strange. Why was he standing there so early in the morning?

Bert had lived for over thirty years, and it was the first time his mind was in such chaos, so chaotic that his entire

head felt illogical. Scenes from this morning and fragmented moments from last night all merged into one,

culminating in the image of a girl with teary eyes.

He opened the mini-fridge in the hotel room, took out a bottle of water, and gulped it down. However, this did not

ease his troubled mind; instead, it only made it more chaotic.

"Bang!"

He slammed the half-empty bottle back onto the table, and his eyes unintentionally landed on the bottle of red

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wine, drunk a third of the way, on the table. His dark eyes filled with a storm as he picked it up, resealed it with the

cork, and then called one of his trusted subordinates.

"Help me find out who handled the red wine delivered to my room last night."

After hanging up the phone, he put the bottle of wine into the trash bin. Wine could be discarded, but he couldn't

throw away the troubles in his heart.

Lucas noticed that he was not in a good mood. The little one got out of the big bed and, wearing the hotel slippers,

walked up to the tall figure. With his tender little hand, he held the man's cold hand, saying, "Mr. Harper, what's

wrong?"

Bert raised his eyes and met a pair of clear and concerned eyes. He gently touched the boy's furry head and said,

"It's nothing. Go and change your clothes and wash up; we'll go and have breakfast downstairs."

He did his best not to burden the child with his negative emotions.

Lucas was also obedient and sensible, so he stopped asking and went straight to the bathroom to freshen up.

In the spacious room, without the child, he pushed open the hotel window, took out a pack of cigarettes from the

drawer, and lit one. The white smoke scattered, and he took a deep drag, the spicy and stimulating fumes entering

his body, giving his chaotic mind some clarity.

Staring at the morning mist over the sea not far away and the tall buildings rising and falling, the only thing he

couldn't forget was the face of the girl on the verge of tears.

Bert didn't know how long he had been standing there until the cigarette burned out and Lucas, dressed neatly,

called him again. He finally came back to his senses.

Pressing the cigarette butt into the crystal ashtray, he waved away the smoke and gave a shallow instruction before

turning to the bathroom.

At this moment, he couldn't care about cleanliness or uncleanliness. He just wanted to wash away the scent that

belonged to the woman from himself all over.

It wasn't disgust, but this pervasive scent that he could feel anytime and anywhere disturbed his heart.

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In the bright bathroom, he took off his wrinkled shirt and looked at the red marks on his abdomen and shoulders in

the mirror. His gaze deepened, and he looked away, walking to the shower head. He adjusted it to the coldest

setting and let the bone-chilling water wash over his body, completely disregarding...

He usually took quick showers, but this time, he spent a whole fifteen minutes under the water. He didn't use any

shower gel, just kept standing there, mechanically drenching his entire body, as if trying to wash away all his

rationality.

The deed was done, and no matter the cause or the outcome, it wouldn't change what had happened. Since waking

up this morning, one question had been lingering in his mind, and no matter how much he tried to evade it, he

couldn't escape.

He wondered, even though he had been drugged yesterday if it were someone else who had entered that room,

would he have lost control like that? Would he have selfishly taken the other person, regardless of the

consequences?

The answer was no.