From Ignored to Adored: The Heiress Melts the Self-Restrained Boss Chapter 166: I Won’t Get Engaged to You

Yvonne York’s heart was filled with despair and regret at this mont. She regretted trusting Silas Everett so easily back then, only to find herself in such a predicant now.

She bit her lip, trying hard to calm herself down.

"Silas Everett, do you really have to be so ruthless?" Yvonne York’s voice trembled slightly.

Silas Everett stood up and walked over to Yvonne York, looking down at her from above.

"Miss York, this is your own doing. From the mont you chose to cooperate with , you should have expected this outco."

Yvonne York’s tears welled up in her eyes. She knew there was no way out for her now.

"Soone, show her out!" Silas Everett directly issued an order for Yvonne York to leave.

She glared fiercely at Silas Everett, then turned and left the Everett family’s villa.

As Silas Everett watched Yvonne York’s departing figure, there was not a hint of pity in his heart.

In his eyes, the fate of the York family was already sealed. He was rely waiting for the right mont to completely take over the York family.

The Sutton family, private villa.

Sunlight shone through the glass window, illuminating the large room, and Zachary Sutton awoke from his slumber, instinctively reaching out his hand to shield his eyes from the blinding light.

Zachary Sutton rubbed his head, feeling an intense headache.

"Ugh, I shouldn’t have drunk so much."

He slowly sat up, looking at the unfamiliar yet familiar surroundings, trying to recall what happened last night.

"Huh, how did I get back to my place?"

So vague fragnts gradually surfaced in his mind. He seed to rember soone bringing him back, and then...

His expression shifted slightly, a complicated emotion welling up in his heart.

He quickly threw back the covers and saw the glaring red stain on the bed.

There were bloodstains on the bed. Could it be that the woman he slept with last night was a virgin?

But he couldn’t rember anything, and Zachary Sutton felt as if his head was about to explode. "Who was the woman who brought back last night?"

He got out of bed, dressed, and walked out of the room, going straight downstairs.

The living room was empty and silent, as if everything that happened last night was just a dream.

But that dream seed so real.

And moreover, he clearly saw the bloodstains on the bed, proving that everything that happened last night was real.

As Zachary Sutton was lost in his own world, a shapely woman walked out from the kitchen, carrying a pot of porridge in her hands.

"Zachary, you’re awake?"

"Miss Quinn, why are you here?" At the sight of Rosalyn Quinn, a trace of surprise flashed in Zachary Sutton’s eyes.

Rosalyn Quinn placed the porridge on the dining table, blushing and pretending to be shy. "Last night, we were together, and you’re asking this question."

Hearing this, Zachary Sutton’s heart skipped a beat, a trace of shock flashed in his eyes. "Last night, the woman who slept with was you?"

Rosalyn Quinn was montarily stunned, then a trace of panic flashed in her eyes, but she quickly regained her composure.

"Zachary, have you forgotten? Last night, it was the two of us..."

As she spoke, Rosalyn Quinn bashfully lowered her head, a shy expression of a little woman appeared on her face.

"No, that’s impossible." Zachary Sutton shook his head. Last night, he clearly rembered soone bringing him ho. How could that person be Rosalyn Quinn?

"Why not?" Rosalyn Quinn stepped forward and opened her collar, "Look at you, you hurt last night."

Looking at the hickeys all over her neck, a trace of panic flashed in Zachary Sutton’s eyes.

Zachary Sutton furrowed his brows, trying hard to recall the events of last night, but his mind was filled with blurry fragnts, unable to confirm who the woman really was. "I, I don’t rember."

"Zachary, I’m now your woman. Don’t overthink it. Let’s just live well from now on! Our parents both hope for an engagent between our families."

Upon hearing this, Zachary Sutton imdiately withdrew his hand and couldn’t help but ask, "Miss Quinn, how did I get ho last night?"

"Of course, I brought you ho." Rosalyn Quinn replied without changing her expression. "Why? Don’t you believe ?"

"Then how did you get into my house?" Zachary Sutton asked another question.

"Isn’t it obvious? You told yourself," Rosalyn Quinn answered without a second thought.

Zachary Sutton knitted his brows, had he really given her his house code while he was dead drunk?

Suddenly, a fragnted scene flashed in Zachary Sutton’s mind, "Zachary, what’s your house code?"

"Code? What code? Where is there a code?"

Did he really reveal the code?

But why did sothing feel off? Rosalyn Quinn’s voice seed different from the woman’s voice from last night.

But the hickeys on her neck did look like marks left from a night of passion between a man and a woman, and Rosalyn Quinn wouldn’t gamble her purity as a bluff.

However, Zachary Sutton wanted to probe further, to confirm if the woman from last night was really her.

"Then what is my house code?"

This, Rosalyn Quinn really didn’t know.

But the lie had already been told, and she couldn’t let Zachary Sutton see through her. He must have started to suspect her, which was why he was probing her again and again.

No, she couldn’t let Zachary Sutton discover that the woman who accompanied him last night wasn’t her, or she’d be even less likely to get engaged to him.

Thinking of this, Rosalyn Quinn’s face turned sowhat ugly, she bit her lip, and a trace of grievance appeared in her eyes, "Zachary, what do you an? You bullied last night, and you don’t want to take responsibility?"

Zachary Sutton looked at Rosalyn Quinn, his eyes full of suspicion. "Take responsibility? If it really was you last night, I would take responsibility. But if it wasn’t you, you’d better not have any inappropriate thoughts."

Rosalyn Quinn’s heart tightened, and she quickly said, "Zachary, how can you say that? It was clearly the two of us together last night. Do you have another woman? Is that why you don’t want to take responsibility for ?"

Zachary Sutton furrowed his brow, "Whether I have another woman or not, I won’t get engaged to you."

"Why?" Rosalyn Quinn looked anxious, "Our parents are all very satisfied, and I’ve been quite pleased with you. Plus, I’m already your woman, why won’t you agree to get engaged?"

"Miss Quinn, you should be aware, we t through a matchmaking session. Besides, we haven’t known each other for long. I have no feelings for you, how could I possibly get engaged to you?"

"But I’m already your woman!" Rosalyn Quinn wiped her tears, her face full of grievance, "If I don’t marry you, how can I marry anyone else in the future?"

"I’m sorry." Zachary Sutton felt sowhat guilty, "I will investigate this matter thoroughly. If I really was with you last night, I will give you an explanation."