NABC Chapter 1576: He Took Her Home
Chapter 1576: He Took Her Home
"What?" Trevor frowned and looked at the dark building, "Went to Korland?"Janelle leaned back in the chair, tilting her head as she slept soundly, no longer responding to his question.
Trevor glanced at her and sighed softly. He thought it would be more convenient to take Janelle back to his place, especially since he had an important video conference tonight.
So Trevor started the car again, planning to take her home; he really couldn’t bear to leave her alone here.
Trevor stared straight ahead, his expression incredibly gentle. His kind of handsomeness brought people immense peace and a desire to be near him.
Soon, the car stopped in the courtyard.
Gently, Trevor took the blanket off her, unbuckled her seatbelt, and carried her out of the passenger seat.
He carried Janelle Mills like a princess, walking towards his residence.
Once inside, Trevor took Janelle upstairs to the guest room, helped her take off her shoes, and carefully covered her with a blanket.
Janelle Mills was truly drunk. She didn’t make a fuss and was sleeping soundly, her long hair spread out like a gentle little cat.
Trevor gently closed the door and headed to the bathroom for a shower. He always had a habit of showering as soon as he came home to wash away the fatigue and refresh himself before working.
After showering, his mind would be much clearer, and he steadfastly worked in the study for more than two hours each night. He often felt powerless against the passing of time, always feeling as if he was nearing twilight.
The sound of the water stopped, and shortly after, Trevor came out wearing home attire.
He dried his hair, poured a cup of warm water, and went to the study.
His study was simple, styled in gray and white, with car models on the shelves, all of his own design. Some were already in production, some were last year’s models, leading sales nationwide.
A few technical books, hard to find on the market, were placed in the most prominent position, showing signs of frequent use.
Trevor sat down at his desk, opened his computer, and glanced at the wall clock. It was half an hour until the video conference.
He opened his email to check on some feedback from clients today and patiently responded.
While Simon could have handled these things, Trevor’s replies demonstrated The Dalton Group’s sincerity in their collaboration.
In the guest room, Trevor had left a small nightlight for her, the light warm and soothing.
The curtains weren’t drawn, allowing some weak light to seep through.
Perhaps because the bed was too big and too soft, Janelle Mills slept soundly...
Two hours passed unconsciously.
The study was still brightly lit, the video conference not over yet. He was communicating in French with the executives from the far-off Freyne subsidiary.
He would occasionally take notes, listen intently to the executives’ suggestions, and also express some of his own views.
In the guest room, Janelle Mills turned over on the spacious and soft bed. She felt dry and parched, her throat as if it were on fire.
Tortured by this feeling, she could no longer sleep well.
She opened her eyes hazily, blinking several times, and suddenly froze.
In the light of the small nightlight, Janelle saw the room’s arrangement clearly. Where was she? An unfamiliar environment!
She sat up quickly, burying her head to look at herself under the blanket. Fortunately, she was dressed neatly, which relieved her, but then the thought made her nervous again.
How did she end up here?
Sitting on the bed, she tried to recall. The scene of the afternoon with Trevor at the amusement park gradually came to mind, followed by their visit to eat food stalls and that she drank beer...
Could this be Trevor’s house?
She stared at the door, her breathing suddenly becoming cautious.
How did he bring her back here?