Last night, instead of returning to the Simmons residence, she went out drinking at the Honeion Bar.


    So, why was she sleeping on the bed now?


    She sat up abruptly, turned her head, and saw shards of porcin lying on the floor by the nightstand.


    She called Leon in a hurry, a perplexed expression on her face.This belongs to N?velDrama.Org: ?.


    After Nathan left, Leon and Conor had been waiting outside the door for hours.


    After getting a call from Lucinda, they hurriedly barged inside.


    “Who brought me herest night?” Lucinda asked.


    She was too drunk to remember what happened the night before.


    “Master Nathan did.


    He tended to youst night.


    ”


    Lucinda scowled upon hearing this.


    Immediately, she did a full body check and then sighed, relieved because it looked like Nathan had not done anything inappropriate to herst night.


    She would kill him if he did.


    However, why were there pieces of broken porcin on the floor if nothing had happened?


    She could not remember if she had gotten into a fight with Nathan.


    She did recall having a pleasant dream in which she hugged and ki*sed Nathaniel.


    Leon and Conor were also clueless about it.


    It seemed that Nathan was the only one who knew the whole story.


    “Leon, go to the Payne estate and tell Nathan that I want to speak with him in person,” Lucinda instructed.


    “Yes, Miss Simmons.


    ” With that, Leon left.


    “Conor, go and inform the hotel manager that I’ll pay for the broken vase.


    “Yes, ma’am.


    ”


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    When Conor opened the door, he was greeted by the waiter and the hotel manager, who looked like he was about to knock.


    Conor informed the hotel manager about the vase, but thetter just beamed at Lucinda.


    “Mr.


    Payne has already paid for the vase.


    ”


    Not only did Nathan pay for it, but he also paid ten times the price for it.


    He also requested that the hotel manager leave the nightstand bare, other than a box of tissues.


    The hotel manager’s expression brightened as he gestured for the waiter to wheel the tray cart in.


    “Mr.


    Payne also made special arrangements to have breakfast delivered to your room.


    All of them are prepared by renowned chefs.


    Miss Simmons, please enjoy.


    ”


    The waiter then began serving the numerous dishes he brought to the small dining table in the room.