Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband-Chapter 1565: Mind Is Somewhat Blurry

Belinda Howard, although somewhat reluctant, said nothing further since Audrey Jenkins had already agreed.

Moreover, now in a half-drunken state, Audrey worried her a little. It might be better to allow Young Master Richard to drive them back. At worst, once they arrived at Audrey’s living place, she could take a cab home herself.

The three of them left Colorful Club together, and just as they stepped out, a limited-edition two-seater sports car stopped right in front of them.

After they got in the car, the red sports car dashed under the night sky.

What puzzled Belinda Howard was that Young Master Richard didn’t even ask for the address; he simply drove ahead. Did he already know Audrey’s living place in advance?

The car had been driving for about five to six minutes when Belinda frowned again. This wasn’t the route to Audrey’s home at all—it was heading in the opposite direction.

She turned and glanced at Audrey Jenkins beside her. Perhaps Audrey was indeed slightly drunk because, at this time, her eyes were closed, and she leaned against Belinda’s shoulder.

"Audrey, this doesn’t seem to be the way to your place..."

At the sound of her voice, Audrey vaguely lifted her eyelids and mumbled in a dreamy tone, "Yes, I’ve already moved. It’s just ahead..."

Once she finished speaking, Audrey closed her eyes again, looking utterly exhausted.

Belinda Howard hesitated momentarily. So Audrey had already changed her residence—that explained why, during the last time she visited Audrey’s habitat, knocking on the doorbell for ages yielded no response.

Looking at Audrey’s intoxicated state, Belinda couldn’t quite tell if she was affected by her or if the potency of the wine she had earlier was simply kicking in. Gradually, Belinda also felt a foggy dizziness, her eyelids growing heavy, compelling her to want to sleep.

Was her alcohol tolerance really this poor? And she had only drunk one cup of grape wine earlier...

Belinda tried shaking her head a little to clear her mind, but her line of sight inexplicably blurred more and more...

The luxury sports car eventually came to a halt outside a hotel.

Young Master Richard glanced at the two women in the back seat; a faint, inexplicable smile emerged at the corners of his mouth. Then, stepping out, he opened the car door, lifted Belinda Howard into his arms, and strode toward the hotel entrance.

"Remember what I told you. Do not disappoint me."

"Yes, Father."

At the hotel entrance, a middle-aged man seated in a wheelchair seemed to bear the marks of time’s hardship but carried an air of authority unseen in ordinary individuals.

Horion Jones stood at the grand entrance of the hotel, watching his father get into the black Bentley. Only after the car drove off into the distance did he start to turn around and leave.

However, just as he turned, his peripheral vision inadvertently caught sight of a familiar figure.

Although the person merely brushed past him, Belinda Howard’s distinctive profile flashed vividly before his eyes.

Horion swiveled his head to follow the figure. He saw Belinda Howard, unconscious, being carried by a man into the grand entrance of the hotel. His brows furrowed sharply.

Wasn’t that Belinda Howard? What happened to her?

Horion turned to examine the man’s retreating figure. He could only see the man carrying the unconscious Belinda toward the elevator area.

Lowering his eyelids, Horion fell into deliberation for a moment, then stepped into the hotel himself, heading to the elevator area.

Glancing at the illuminated light, Horion noticed that the elevator carrying both of them had stopped at the 16th Floor. He observed briefly, then pressed the button for the neighboring elevator and likewise ascended to the 16th Floor.

At 10 PM, in the dim yellow corridor, Horion Jones had no idea which room the man who carried Belinda Howard into disappeared into. He wandered aimlessly down the corridor, attempting to catch sight of the man’s silhouette.