Muse Bar, in the VIP suite.
The door was closed tightly, the room was bathed in soft, hazy light, it flickered with an entrancing ambiance.
Louis held Ella closely in his embrace, setting her lightly down, her small body crumbling onto the pristine bed.
Studying her lovely form, Louis knelt at the edge of the bed, slowly helping her off with her shoes, then placed two pillows under her head to keep her in a comfortable position.
Then, he fetched a cup of warm water from the water dispenser, knelt beside Ella, and gently whispered to her, "Ella, drink some water."
Ella tilted her little head, making a tiny noise. She brushed him away, mumbling weakly, "Arthur...I don't...want to drink...I don't want to..."
As she spoke, she moved slightly, causing her head to roll off the pillows and onto the large soft bed.
Is she still seeing herself with Arthur Lindsay?
Louis was momentarily frozen in shock.
He understood.
