Reddington Hotel, inside Room 2209.

Leslie Howard leaned halfway against the headboard, feeling a fire burning inside her heart, as if a warm flow was coursing through her body.

But strangely, her head, which had felt drowsy and fuzzy just now, seemed to be gradually clearing up.

Leslie Howard raised her flushed face and looked puzzled at the woman standing at the foot of the bed: "You... you knew this was the Redington family’s hotel, so why did you still drug me here?"

Especially when she was confused and sleepy moments ago, Sheila Fletcher had deliberately asked the hotel manager to open a room for her to rest.

Outsiders might not realize her relationship with David Redington.

But Leslie Howard knew clearly that Sheila Fletcher was intentionally informing David Redington.

Even though she knew about her relationship with David Redington, she still pretended to inadvertently alert him, why is that?

Hearing her daughter’s question, Sheila Fletcher’s previously emotionless face finally softened a bit: "After all, you are my daughter. At least you can see your mother’s good intentions. Leslie... are you feeling very hot and uncomfortable now? Don’t be afraid, David will be here soon..."

Earlier, she noticed the manager’s expression.

Sheila Fletcher was confident that she guessed right, David truly had some genuine feelings for her daughter.

But just having some genuine feelings isn’t enough, is it?

Their relationship hasn’t been exposed yet, and her daughter is not officially David’s woman to the public. These young people are too slow, she has to lend her daughter a hand.

"What exactly are you trying to do?" Leslie Howard forced out the question with difficulty.

Sheila Fletcher was right, she really felt extremely hot inside her body, and even speaking almost turned into a moan.

"I’m your mother, of course, I want to help you. Leslie, you’re too naive, not knowing how fickle a man’s heart can be. You’ve been with David yet didn’t push him to publicly declare your relationship. If he tires of you in the future, outsiders wouldn’t even know you were involved, leaving you with nothing."

In Leslie Howard’s beautiful eyes, mists of tears started to well up: "You drugged me just for this?"

At this moment, Leslie Howard really wanted to tell Sheila Fletcher that she was overthinking it.

It wasn’t David who didn’t want to go public with the relationship, it was her.

"Of course, it’s not all about that, it’s just a plan I made to go with the flow. Leslie, you probably don’t know that everything tonight was arranged by Bruce Wallace. He knew Winona Wallace wanted to target you, yet not only did he not stop her, he even helped her plan.

That’s how the Wallace family is, always so selfish and cruel. So Leslie, your mother has to go with the flow and use David’s influence to make the Wallace family reap what they sow.

What do you think David will do when he finds out you’re his woman being plotted against by others? Ha, just wait and see, this time the Wallace family will definitely suffer a setback. And your relationship with David can be publicly revealed..."

As Sheila Fletcher spoke more passionately, Leslie Howard’s body was becoming stranger.

She knew it was the drug taking effect.

At this moment, Leslie Howard was truly furious with Sheila Fletcher’s actions.

She didn’t need Sheila Fletcher’s help, nor her going with the flow.

Why couldn’t these people come up with a better method? Four years ago they used drugs, and four years later it’s the same. Can’t they think of something new!!!

...

Twenty minutes later, after Sheila Fletcher left Room 2209, a tall, slender figure appeared at the entrance of the room.

The hotel manager, who had just escorted Sheila Fletcher and Leslie Howard upstairs, stood nervously and respectfully beside the figure: "Young master, here’s the key card. The young master’s wife is inside. After Lady Sheila left, no one went in or out."

[Update complete, see you tomorrow night~]