Chapter 81 A Long Night

But whatever was wrong with Alan had little to do with me. I needed to focus on myself and stop worrying about Alan. Yes, that’s what I should do! I didn’t concern myself with Alan’s affairs or how he might be feeling. The servants would handle it. So, after Alan disappeared around the corner on the second floor, I quickly went upstairs. Once in my room, I kicked off my slippers and spun around on the carpet, enjoying the freedom of being barefoot. I leisurely wandered over to my wardrobe to pick out my pajamas for the night. Just as I grabbed a set and closed the door, a shadow fell over me, completely blocking out the light. My heart raced because I recognized the scent of the person behind me—a mix of alcohol and that faint, cool woodsy scent that was unmistakably Alan’s. I tried to sidestep, hoping to escape. Tonight, Alan seemed even more terrifying than he had on our first night together. But before I could make my move, Alan’s arm came down on the wardrobe door, t