A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride novel Chapter 225

“You say that nothing happened between us, but why were you sleeping in the same bed as me? Please use your brain even when you’re lying. I’m an adult and I can take responsibility for my own actions, but I just can’t stand looking at guys like you who wouldn’t take responsibility for yours!” Tiffany was extremely vexed. No matter how she looked at these details, it didn't seem like nothing had happened.

“Excuse me? You were the one who didn’t want to go home or give me your home address. I had no choice but to bring you back here since I couldn’t send you home. I don’t have a bed prepared in the other rooms. This is the only room where we can sleep in this house and I’m not going to sleep on the sofa. Besides, I was dead exhausted from taking care of you the whole night. Where else would I sleep if not on the bed?” Jackson poked his head out of the bathroom while brushing his teeth as he complained to Tiffany about her over the top behavior.

Regardless of whether Jackson was telling the truth or not, Tiffany could only accept it. It was her fault for drinking so much that she couldn’t remember anything. Since she couldn’t argue with him, she had no choice but to put trust in his statement.

Thinking about the woman who was with Jackson previously when she was on a blind date with a balding man, Tiffany couldn’t help but feel ashamed of herself. That was definitely his girlfriend; they were so intimate with each other. She was now the living example of a ‘homewrecker’.

After thinking for a moment, she decided to pretend that nothing had happened. “Where are my clothes? I'll leave first, you can leave later. Don't let anyone see us together!”

Jackson was amused by her. “What are you so worried for? I threw your clothes away. You can’t wear them anymore. I sent someone to buy you a new set.”

Tiffany’s face flushed like a tomato. “You can buy the ones I wear outside, but what about the inside? Where’s my bra!”

Jackson picked up the ‘little garment’ from the laundry basket. “You mean this? It’s soiled. I had someone go buy a new one for you too. Don’t worry, I have a female secretary. You can just send me your measurements, I’ll tell her.”