Betsy Russell stopped in her tracks, hesitated, and said, "Sorry, I entered the wrong room!"
Having said that, she turned around and headed for the door.
"Stop!"
A cold male voice came from the balcony.
Betsy looked back and saw Jared Hughes coming in from the balcony.
The bright lights in the room shone into Jared's dark eyes as he stared intently at Betsy's skirt.
"Betsy, you haven't changed at all. Three years ago, isn't this how you climbed into my bed?"
Jared suppressed the anger boiling inside him. He had been wondering who drugged him, but now there was no need to think about it—the culprit was standing right in front of him.
Betsy frowned slightly, recalling how the waiter had brought her here with a guilty look on his face. It was clear someone had purposely led her to this room.
Before Betsy could think things through, she turned around to leave, reaching for the door handle.
