Chapter 449 The Trap

Peggy’s heart skipped a beat when her hand was grabbed, but she quickly realized Owen had no ability to recognize anything right now.

Her eyes shifted, and she said, “I’m your sister Yunice. You threw up on your clothes, they’re dirty. Take them off and I’ll help you wash them.”

“Yunice?” Owen turned over in discomfort, then choked out, “Yunice… I feel terrible… I want your remedy… You haven’t made remedy for me in so long…”

“Alright. As long as you take your clothes off obediently, I’ll go make you some sobering soup, okay?” Peggy couldn’t hide her excitement.

Owen, eyes closed, didn’t refuse. He took off his shirt and pulled the blanket over himself. While waiting, he fell asleep.

He slept with no memory of anything afterward.

The next morning, Owen woke up from his hangover with a pounding headache.

His whole body ached as he sat up and shook his heavy head, then looked around the unfamiliar surroundings in confusion.

“How did I end up here?”

As soon as he said it, he suddenly felt something and looked down in shock.

Under the same blanket lay a woman.

From the touch beneath the blanket and the way it clung to them, he could tell she was completely naked.

What’s more, the woman was holding onto him, her hand reaching toward his lower abdomen.

Owen’s entire body went numb, goosebumps rising. In the next second, he jumped off the bed. “Who the hell are you?!”

As soon as his feet hit the floor, he realized something–there was a cool breeze. He looked down and saw, with a pale face, that he was completely naked.

Peggy, disturbed by his voice, sat up groggily. As she moved, the blanket slipped, revealing her naked body as well.

Seeing her completely exposed, Owen felt a deep sense of disgust.

Peggy looked at him, and Owen quickly grabbed a shirt to cover his private parts, then with a dark expression, reached for his pants.

But his pants were underneath Peggy, and she didn’t move–he couldn’t pull them free.

Peggy raised an eyebrow, grabbing one pant leg and engaging in a tug-of-war. “Director Yun, you were so wild with me last night, so passionate, and now you want to put on your pants and leave?”

Owen’s face alternated between pale and flushed. His voice came out hoarse: “What?”

Peggy shifted to what she thought was a more flattering pose and said, “I said we’ve already had a real night as husband and wife. You didn’t feel it?”

Feel what–Owen didn’t know a single thing.

His head throbbed with pain, and every nerve screamed that he was in serious trouble.

He yanked his pants free with force, flipping Peggy over in the process.

Peggy rolled, and with the blanket twisting, a patch of blood was exposed on the sheets.

She cooed, “Owen, you hypocrite. Don’t tell me you’re planning to deny it after sleeping with me?”

Owen froze mid-motion as he stared at the bloodstain on the bed.

That was clearly the trace only a first time would leave.

Peggy’s first time?

Who cares if it was her first time!

Owen’s thoughts were in chaos. Either way, there’s no way I’m getting involved with this nuisance!

Seeing that Owen had put on his clothes and still intended to leave, Peggy shrieked angrily, “Owen! Don’t think you can just sleep with me and walk away like nothing happened!”

“I filmed everything last night! If you dare deny it, I’ll play the video on a loop outside your hospital! I’ll let everyone see you for who you really are!”

Owen broke into a cold sweat. “You filmed last night?”

Peggy snorted. “Now it looks like my decision last night was absolutely right. You really are an irresponsible man!”

Owen no longer dared to walk out, but he didn’t want to get entangled with Peggy either.

The harassment over this period had already made it clear to Owen how annoying Peggy truly was.

There was no way he’d let himself get involved with her.

Owen’s tone turned icy: “How much do you want to end this?”

Peggy’s face fell. She raised her voice: “Owen, you’re insulting me. I’m not for sale!”

Owen said in disgust, “You took advantage of me when I wasn’t sober. If you’re not for sale, you’re still no good!”

Peggy wasn’t embarrassed at all. She smirked proudly, “If you’re so upset, go ahead and report me. Say I raped you. How about that?”

Owen’s expression cracked, bit by bit.

He was a grown man–accusing a woman of rape? Who would believe him?

Even if he won or lost, he’d lose face either way!

And if Peggy really had video of last night, he had no memory of anything while drunk. If her “evidence” made it look like he was the one who initiated things, once it got out, his reputation would be utterly destroyed.

At that thought, the first people who came to mind were Elsie and Lily.

If a scandal like this broke out, wouldn’t he drag down both his mother and sister with him?