novellhall Chapter 26 Fuck!
Chapter 26 Fuck!
Chen Xun walked around her and sat in the driver's seat, which still carried her body heat and faint fragrance.
The sports car had a very high-end interior, a world of difference from the beat-up car his classmate used to drive.
He adjusted the seat and rearview mirror, and fastened his seatbelt.
"address?"
Christine gave the name of a Beverly Hills hotel, then rested her head against the car window, closed her eyes, and her breathing gradually became steady, as if she had fallen asleep.
Chen Xun set the navigation and started the car.
The engine emitted a deep roar.
He drove very steadily and slowly, strictly adhering to the speed limit.
The streets of Los Angeles were deserted late at night, with only a few vehicles passing by.
It was very quiet along the way.
The only sounds were the navigation beeps and Christine's even breathing.
Chen Xun focused intently on the road conditions, occasionally glancing to the side.
She was sleeping soundly, her thick eyelashes casting shadows under her eyelids. She had lost the coolness she displayed on screen and the restlessness she had just shown, and looked somewhat vulnerable.
As they approached the hotel, Christine stirred, groggily opened her eyes, and looked out the window.
"arrive?"
"Soon!" Chen Xun replied.
The car stopped in front of the hotel, and the doorman immediately came forward.
Chen Xun unbuckled his seatbelt and said to Christine:
"We're here. Can you get up by yourself?"
Christine tried to open the car door, but her body was weak and she could not move.
She frowned, clearly overestimating her condition.
"Can you do me a favor?"
Her voice was soft, tinged with helplessness.
Having no other choice, Chen Xun got out of the car, walked around to the passenger side, and opened the door.
He reached out and supported her arm, helping her to stand steady.
Her body leaned closer, heavy with warmth and a faint fragrance.
The doorman, being perceptive, didn't interfere much and simply stood quietly to the side.
Chen Xun half-carried, half-helped her out of the car; her arms naturally rested on his neck, and her head nestled near his shoulder.
This close contact made his body a little stiff.
He could feel her breath brushing against the skin on the side of his neck.
He supported her and said to the doorman, "Miss Stewart's room, please lead the way."
The doorman clearly recognized her and immediately led the way, taking her directly to her suite's door via a private passage.
Christine fumbled for her room key in her purse and swiped it to open the door.
"Thanks... driver."
She walked into the room, her steps unsteady, and collapsed onto the huge sofa in the living room, curling up as if she were about to fall asleep again.
Chen Xun stood at the door, but did not go in.
He looked at Christine, who was sprawled on the sofa, and hesitated for a moment.
Leaving her here alone doesn't seem very safe.
"Do you need me to call an assistant or a friend?"
He stood at the door and asked.
Christine shifted on the sofa and mumbled, "No... don't call anyone... let me sleep for a while..."
Chen Xun sighed.
He can't just leave like that.
He entered the suite, but did not close the door, leaving it ajar.
He went to the bathroom, got a clean towel, soaked it in warm water, and then walked to the sofa and gently patted her shoulder.
"Washing your face will make you feel better."
Christine dazedly took the towel, wiped her face haphazardly a few times, and then collapsed again.
Chen Xun removed the towel and saw that she seemed to have really fallen asleep again.
He had no choice but to pull over a single sofa next to him and sit on it.
He planned to wait until she was sound asleep, to make sure there wouldn't be any problems, before leaving.
The room was quiet, with only the sound of her steady breathing.
Chen Xun leaned back on the sofa, looking at the night view of Beverly Hills outside the window, feeling a little unreal.
Just hours ago, he was drinking cheap beer at a wrap party in an industrial area, but now he's sitting in the luxury suite of a Hollywood star as a temporary caregiver.
This is Los Angeles, where anything can happen.
He didn't know how long he had been sitting there.
It wasn't until they confirmed that Christine was sleeping soundly and breathing steadily that they realized she was probably alright.
He stood up quietly and placed the used towel on the bathroom sink.
Then he quietly left the room.
Chen Xun had just put his hand on the doorknob and hadn't even turned around when he heard a muffled retching sound coming from the suite.
He paused, cursing under his breath.
He hesitated for only half a second before closing the door again and returning to his room.
If he suffocates from vomiting, he won't be able to escape responsibility!
In the living room, Christine was half-lying on the edge of the sofa, the floor a mess. The air was thick with a sour, rotten smell.
She herself was still experiencing uncontrollable, mild spasms, and her face was deathly pale.
"Fuck!"
Chen Xun cursed under his breath, his stomach churning.
He suppressed his discomfort and quickly went over to help Christine up, letting her sit against the back of the sofa to avoid choking on her vomit.
She was in a daze, mumbling something incoherently.
Cleaning up this mess was clearly beyond his job responsibilities and even more beyond his psychological capacity.
He immediately picked up the room phone and pressed the front desk button.
"Hello, I need room service and urgent cleaning."
He tried his best to make his voice sound calm.
Less than two minutes later, a middle-aged female server in a neat uniform with an expressionless face appeared at the door pushing a cleaning cart.
She looked at the scene inside the house without any change in her eyes, clearly someone who had seen the world.
"Thank you for your help, it needs a thorough cleaning."
Chen Xun stepped aside to let her in, and at the same time took out two twenty-dollar bills from his wallet and handed them over.
The waiter accepted the tip, skillfully stuffed it into his pocket, and his expression softened slightly.
"Leave it to me, sir. I suggest you take Miss Stewart to the bedroom to rest; it needs some ventilation."
Chen Xun breathed a sigh of relief and quickly half-supported, half-carried the limp Christine into the bedroom and settled her on the bed.
He helped her take off her shoes and covered her with the blanket.
Back in the living room, the waiters were already working efficiently, and the smell of disinfectant was beginning to dispel the previous odor.
Looking at the dazzling night view of Beverly Hills outside the window, and then at the luxurious suite, Chen Xun suddenly felt a little hungry.
I was so busy drinking beer and socializing at the party that I didn't eat much.
Since the room fee was Christine's, and he had been busy for most of the night and almost vomited from the smell, it wasn't unreasonable for him to order some food, right?
Consider it compensation for your hard work and emotional distress.
He picked up the leather-bound menu from the coffee table in the living room.
The price above made his eyes twitch.
A club sandwich costs thirty-five dollars!
A glass of freshly squeezed orange juice costs eighteen dollars!
That's enough for him to eat fried chicken for several meals in Koreatown!
But he was tired and hungry, and he figured he'd put the bill on Christine's tab anyway!
Driven by a desire for revenge spending, he ordered a club sandwich, a Caesar salad, a mushroom soup, and that exorbitantly priced freshly squeezed orange juice.
After ordering, he simply sat down at the huge dining table in the living room.
The smell hadn't completely dissipated over the sofa, and he didn't want to go over there.
Soon, the waiter pushed the food cart in.
The food was served on an exquisite white bone china plate.
The club sandwiches are layered, with perfectly toasted bread filled with turkey, bacon, lettuce, tomato, and mayonnaise, served on the side with golden-brown, crispy potato wedges.
The Caesar salad features vibrant green romaine lettuce, and is evenly sprinkled with shredded Parmesan cheese and breadcrumbs.
The mushroom soup is served in a soup bowl, steaming hot and with a rich aroma.
Chen Xun disregarded his image and took a big bite of the sandwich.
The toast was crispy on the outside and soft on the inside, the turkey meat was tender, the bacon was caramelized, and the combination of the refreshing vegetables and the smooth mayonnaise made it taste several levels better than the fast food he usually ate.
The potato wedges are crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, with a savory and delicious flavor.
He took another sip of the mushroom soup; it was silky smooth, with the umami flavor of the mushrooms fully infused, along with a creamy aroma and a touch of black pepper spiciness.
That $18 glass of orange juice was indeed freshly squeezed, sweet and refreshing, without the astringent taste of concentrated juice.
He wolfed down his food, feeling his strength slowly returning.
The food at high-end hotels is indeed expensive, but it's also incredibly delicious.
This quality, built with money, deeply impressed him, a poor boy who had just climbed up from the bottom.