Chapter 47 You Take Me To Bed

"Ryan!" Sophia suddenly shouted. She rushed to the sofa, pulled both of them up. "Are you crazy? Get up! You two! You make me sick"

"Mm..." Ryan murmured as he opened his eyes. "Sophia? What's wrong?"

"What's wrong?" Sophia was seething. "You and Leona... Did you sleep with her?"

"What?" In a daze, Ryan widened his eyes upon hearing what Sophia said. He then turned only to find Leona lying beside him. Almost at once, his face turned pale. "I..." He raised his head and looked at the door. When he saw Fiona, he jumped to his feet. He explained in a hurry, "Fiona I...I don't know what happened! I didn't do anything!"

At this moment, Leona pulled up her clothes and sat up. When she saw all the people staring at her, her face suddenly turned red. She seemed to be on the verge of tears as she pursed her lips, not daring to say a word.

It seemed that Fiona's feet had been rooted to the floor. As she looked at Leona and Ryan, she grimaced.

Glaring at Leona, Ryan roared, "What the hell is going on?"

Leona trembled with fear.

Fiona took a step back, turned around, and ran off.

"Hey, Fiona!" Sam shouted and turned to Ryan. "Ryan, I'm going back to the dormitory!"

"I'm leaving too!" Ella said, hands folded across her chest. "I need to wash my eyes after what I just saw."

"Ryan!" Sophia clenched her hands. "This is so disappointing. And you! Leona, shame on you!"

In an instant, the crowd retreated, leaving Ryan and Leona alone in their shame.

"Ryan..." Leona called out, trembling.

"Tell me we didn't do anything!" Ryan lowered his head. 'What the hell happened? Why don't I know what happened?'

"Ryan..." Leona sobbed "I can pretend nothing happened. You don't have to be responsible for me."

Upon hearing this, Ryan felt as if the world was closing in on him. He clenched his fists and trembled with anger. He saw the blood stains on the sofa and tightly closed his eyes. All he could think of was Fiona running off.

Now more than ever, he felt so distant from Fiona. He felt as if they could never be together again.

"Ryan..."

"Fuck off!"

As soon as Fiona ran out, Terence caught up with her.

"Let me take you home," Terence offered calmly. Gary had told him everything. It seemed that Fiona was upset because of Ryan.

Fiona nodded her head sullenly. She felt terrible as if someone had stabbed her in the heart. She always knew that she would never be with Ryan but she never extinguished the glimmer of hope in her heart. But now, it was really over. As expected, all the good things in her life came to an end when she met Spencer.

"Where are you going?" Terence was driving the car.

"Four Seasons Scenery."

"Okay." The car sped off.

After arriving, Fiona got out of the car and went upstairs, absent-minded. Holding the steering wheel, Terence took out his phone and made a phone call to Spencer.

"Hello? I'm surprised you still reme

e you still thinking of Ryan?" Spencer's eyes turned cold all of a sudden.

"I thought he was so nice and warm. I thought he was different..." With her hands clenched, Fiona continued in a trembling voice, "Tonight, my last glimmer of hope... has vanished into thin air."

"Is he that nice?" Spencer suddenly held Fiona's waist and tightened his grip. "I'm glad you finally know his true character!"

Fiona lowered her eyes. She raised her index finger and pointed it to his face. "And your true character..."

"What?"

"You are a shameless man!" Fiona replied in a low voice. Dropping her hands, she leaned her head against his shoulder. "I'm getting dizzier by the minute. I want to sleep! Hug me..."

"What?" Spencer asked in disbelief

"I want a hug..." Fiona tugged at his clothes, bowing her head. "Hold me in your arms. Let's go to bed. Hurry up..."

Tension filled him as Spencer asked in a hoarse voice, "Who do you think I am?"

"Comic Bear."

"Comic Bear?"

"Hmm. Just hug me..."

Spencer's face darkened. He bent down, carried her in his arms, and walked to the bedroom. "I'm Spencer, not Comic Bear."

"Spencer is a bad guy!"

Spencer then snorted, "You finally told me what you really think."

Without answering anymore, Fiona leaned in his arms and fell asleep, her face still red from being drunk.

He took her to the bedroom and placed her on the bed, wondering how much wine she had drunk that night. Probably a lot if she had gotten this drunk. 'She deserves to be drunk.

Still, she is adorable when she is drunk. Maybe I'll get her drunk again next time. And then...'

Sitting on the side of the bed and looking at Fiona, Spencer was confused. 'Why would I want to get her drunk? So she could act like a spoiled child in front of me? I must be crazy!'

"You went a bar and still misses Ryan. I will settle accounts with you later," Spencer said to himself. With that, he quietly left the bedroom.