Two Times the Charm

Chapter 426

Alex snapped out of his reverie and nodded vigorously. “OK! I got this!”

The next day, sunlight streamed through the window, and the gentle breeze outside occasionally caused a cool draft to escape through the curtains.

Emmett slowly opened his eyes and stared at the white ceiling, feeling somewhat dazed.

He then suddenly reached over to his side, but there was no one there.

Emmett bolted upright, realizing he was only covered by a blanket. He was stark naked underneath.

Did last night… actually happen?

Did he really… with Clara… after getting drunk?

He grabbed his robe and slipped it on. He strode to the door and flung it open. This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

The two servants standing by the door immediately bowed. “Master, you’re awake. Is there something you need?”

“Where’s Clara? Get her here now!”

The servants exchanged glances, hesitated, and then finally said, “She… she’s been sent to clean the toilets by the butler. She should be there now.”

“I told you to get her! Didn’t you understand?” There was a menacing glint in Emmett’s eyes..

The servants nodded quickly. “Yes, Master! We’ll get her right away!”

After they left, Emmett noticed a hangover remedy by his door. He had a vague recollection of Leah bringing it to him last night. His memory was hazy due to the excessive

drinking.

Similarly, his memory of his intimate moments with Clara was also fuzzy. He couldn’t tell if it was real or just a figment of his imagination..

Clara was brought in a while later.

Tentatively, she pushed open the door to see Emmett sitting by the bed, sipping water.

His robe was loosely tied, revealing his muscular chest. It was an irresistibly attractive sight.

After seeing Clara, Emmett raised an eyebrow. He looked like a handsome man straight out of a painting.

There was no denying that he was truly blessed by the heavens. His face seemed like a masterpiece crafted by God himself.

“You wanted to see me?” Clara asked cautiously.

She feared that Emmett was fully conscious when he took her last night. Was he purposefully summoning her to confront her? Or was it something else? “Come in and close the door.” Emmett commanded in a frosty voice. “Everyone else, leave! No eavesdropping at the door!”

“Yes, Master.”

Clara swallowed hard and slowly walked towards him, occasionally stealing a glance at his chest. “What did you need me for?”

“Were you the one who took care of me last night?” Emmett put down his glass, stood up, and walked towards her, causing his oppressive aura to envelope her. Clara clenched her fists and managed to reply with a trembling voice, “Yes… it was me…”

“Then tell me! Who took off my clothes?”

Clara froze for a moment.

If he was asking this, he was either testing her or he had genuinely forgotten what happened because he was too drunk and only woke up to find himself naked.

“I did.” Clara lowered her head, afraid to meet Emmett’s gaze and reveal something.

Emmett narrowed his eyes as a hint of suspicion flashed through them. “So last night…”

Before he could finish, Clara suddenly interrupted him.

“You drank too much last night and vomited all over yourself. You even vomited on your pants. I had no choice but… but to do what I did! I originally wanted to call a male servant to help you, but you refused to let anyone enter, so I… so I did it myself! Please don’t be mad; I closed my eyes when I undressed you!”