Chapter 392

Mayra woke up in the middle of the night, feeling unbearably hot. She then felt someone talking to her and her clothes being removed and replaced with pajamas. As the cold wind blew into the room, she felt cold again, making her extremely restless at times. Upon waking up the next day, she stared at the white ceiling in a daze. She reached out and felt a lingering warmth on the other side of the bed as if someone had just been there. After a while, she noticed the unfamiliar, lingering scent on her bed. She wondered what in the world could have happened last night. Mayra's memory was hazy. She only recalled having dinner, drinking the glass of red wine Anderson had poured for her, and then returning to her room. After that, she blacked out, waking up with no memory of what happened in between. Mayra's eyes narrowed and her brows furrowed as she looked at the clothes she was wearing. Just then, Helen walked in, saying, "You're up, Ms. Sadler? It's already getting late, so you sho