His Mute Wife: He Can't Sleep After She Left-Chapter 53: If Kiana Sutton Dares to Betray Him...
Kiana Sutton scooped up a handful of cold water and slapped it onto her face, but the heat on her cheeks didn’t subside at all—instead, she felt even hotter.
Her whole body felt like it was about to catch fire.
Her head was spinning even more; standing in front of the mirror, she seemed to see several versions of herself at once.
What’s happening?
Last time when she was drunk with Quinn, it wasn’t like this—not this hot, not this awful!
It was as if something strange was wandering inside her body, making her itch and suffer all over.
Her limbs were weak, too; she clung to the sink, barely able to stay standing.
No, I can’t pass out in the restroom—I have to find Amy and the others, fast.
Kiana stumbled back toward the restaurant. At a hallway corner, she crashed into a man who was walking toward her, talking on the phone.
"You can’t even find a woman? What the hell are you people doing?"
Miles Goodman was on the phone. Before he could react to being bumped into, a fresh, sweet scent of starlight flowers drifted into his nose.
Seeing the girl who’d bumped into him start to collapse, Miles reacted quickly and caught her. "Hey, are you—"
But before he finished speaking, Miles instantly recognized the girl in front of him as his little cutie—the one he fell for at first sight.
Miles’s heart leaped with uncontrollable joy. What was this called?
After searching a thousand times in the crowd, suddenly, she threw herself straight into his arms.
Soon, Miles sensed something was off; her cheeks were flushed, her breathing rapid, and she looked incredibly uncomfortable.
Though Miles didn’t hang out in nightclubs, his second brother loved them.
Back when he was eighteen, his brother took him to a nightclub to broaden his horizons. There, he saw someone react exactly like this after drinking something spiked.
Damn it, could it be that someone set his little cutie up?
Miles felt at a complete loss—what should he do? Should he take her to a room?
No, no, no—he couldn’t take advantage of her like that.
Or... should he take her to the hospital?
Torn between temptation and morality, Miles agonized inside. Meanwhile, Kiana realized she was being held by a stranger, and with fear and anxiety seizing her heart, she struggled desperately to break free.
She couldn’t speak; all she could do was push at him on instinct, trying to make him let her go.
Kiana broke free from Miles’s arms and nearly collapsed to the floor. Miles caught her again, anxiously explaining, "Cutie, don’t be scared. I’m not a bad guy."
They were so close, Kiana’s sweet breath made Miles’s cheeks flush red—a tingling sensation traveled up from his feet to the crown of his head.
This... she smells so good. She’s so soft!
Overheating and thirsty, Kiana sensed he meant no harm. She pulled his hand toward her and traced a word in his palm.
"Water..."
Kiana’s fingers were slender and soft; as she wrote the word, Miles felt as if a kitten was scratching his palm—comfortable and itchy at the same time.
Wait—why was she writing instead of talking?
A strange feeling crept into his heart.
Suddenly, a thought struck him. His heart thudded—could she be... mute?
Seeing Kiana’s rapid breathing, beads of sweat gathering on her forehead, and watching her lick her lips from thirst, Miles—a young man full of hormones—started to get unbearably hot, his body responding involuntarily.
Struggling with temptation and his conscience, Miles turned red and yelled impatiently, "Waiter! Waiter! Where the hell is everyone?"
No one answered him, so he helped Kiana over to a sofa in a quiet corner of the restaurant.
At that moment, Kiana was like a fish stranded on the beach, desperate for water. Miles gently comforted her: "Hang on, I’ll get you some water. I’ll be right back. Don’t move, okay?"
Kiana nodded, frowning in distress.
Miles swore under his breath and rushed off to find some water.
Meanwhile, Evan Shepherd decided it was time and went to look for Kiana in the restroom.
Standing outside the ladies’ room, he called out, "Kiana... Kiana, are you in there?"
Knowing Kiana couldn’t answer, Evan sent her a WeChat message.
She didn’t reply on WeChat, either.
Evan called again, but there was still no response. Just then, a girl was heading inside. He quickly stopped her, "Excuse me, my friend’s been in there a long time. She’s in a special situation—could you check if she’s still inside?"
Not long after, the girl came out and said, "There’s no one in there. Your friend must have left."
Hearing this, Evan’s face instantly changed.
Kiana drank that glass of wine—the drug must be kicking in. Where would she go?
Damn it, could someone have taken her?
No, he couldn’t let anyone ruin Kiana.
"Kiana... Kiana Sutton..."
Hearing Evan’s voice, Amy Manning hurried over. "Judith, what’s wrong?"
"I’m worried about Kiana. I just checked the restroom—she’s not there. She drank too much. Maybe someone with bad intentions took her away!"
"What!?"
The thought alone—that Kiana was in danger and couldn’t even call for help—made Amy incredibly anxious.
"Amy, let’s split up and look for her—whoever finds her first, call the other, okay?"
"Okay, okay..."
At that moment, Ethan Sinclair arrived at the hotel, radiating deadly anger.
Ethan had been meeting an important client when he received several photos of Kiana entering the hotel with Evan Shepherd; the informant even provided a room number.
They claimed Kiana and Evan were cheating on him behind his back.
Normally, Ethan would’ve dismissed this as a rival’s ploy to make him lose the deal.
He rarely gave such dirty tricks a second thought.
But this time, it involved Kiana—Ethan just couldn’t stay calm.
Especially when he saw Evan with his arm around Kiana’s shoulders—a surge of violent fury rose inside him. He abandoned his client and rushed to the hotel.
In his mind, there was only one thought—if Kiana dared betray him, if she dared make him wear a green hat, he would kill Kiana and Evan with his own hands.
Ethan’s face was terrifying. Conner Grant followed behind him with quick, nervous steps, fearing what might happen.
"Fifth Master, could this all be a misunderstanding? The lady would never dare betray you!"
"Wouldn’t dare? Ha! You’re underestimating her—she dares to do anything!"
She dared to climb into his bed!
Dared to beg for mercy for her father!
Dared to slap his face!
Dared to pinch his waist!
Dared to switch jobs with him!
On the surface, she always acted timid and obedient—but in reality, she was full of tricks!
As soon as Ethan entered the hotel, he headed straight for the elevator to the guest floors.
At that moment, Kiana was limp on a sofa in the restaurant’s corner, struggling to sit up—her body refusing to listen to her.
Through the haze, she thought she heard Ethan’s voice.
She wanted to call out to Ethan, but no sound came out.
She wanted to go find Ethan, but as soon as she tried to stand, her legs gave way and she collapsed to the floor.
Ethan...
Ethan...
She screamed his name in her heart, desperate to make a sound—but no matter what, she couldn’t utter a word.
As Ethan, brimming with rage, stepped into the elevator, Kiana used every last ounce of strength to grab the sofa and try to stand up...
