Prove His Innocence 1

The cocoon of the strange bed roused Yanyan from her slumber.

As her eyes adjusted in the darkness, she felt an arm so heavy and hairy slung over chest.

But what bothered her was how the warm flesh felt against her skin.

Against her skin?

"Oh my goooood," she croaked, clutching her head, her fingers combed her hair.

She lifted the arm away from her and dropped it to the naked man's chest.

Abruptly, she pulled her weight up so she could sit, leaning her back on the headboard.

She had a nine in the morning meeting and there was no way she would skip it because of a hangover.

As she sat up, the duvet slid down her body and the cool air from the air conditioning unit brushed against her exposed chest.

Cold sweat trickled Yanyan's back. A memory from the past flashed before her eyes.

She tried to scream, but no matter how much she clawed her neck, no sound came out of her mouth.

Her mind spiraled down to what transpired that night, looking for clues, but her brain was foggy.

What went wrong?

She never went over her usual alcohol limit. She knew how to control herself from drinking more than her tolerance, especially whenever she was with Stellar.

But why? Why couldn't she remember a thing as if the last twelve hours of her life were wiped out from her memory?

Was she drugged? Was she abused?

Yanyan tried to take deep breaths to calm herself down. A slight hope filled her when she couldn't feel any pain in her body or the triangle between her legs.

In her relief, Yanyan broke down in a sob, loud enough that it stirred Cooper from his sleep.

His eyelids weighed heavily, yet the muffled sobs were unbearable for him as if his heart were shredded into pieces, that he forced his eyes open.

Sensing the shaking body beside him, he reached for the lamp on the bedside table, turning it on.

He thought the person he was sharing the bed with was Irina until he noticed through hazy vision a mole shaped like a teardrop on the lady's right upper back.

As if cold water was dumped on his body, he shot up from the bed in a sitting position. "Oh fudge. It's not what you think. Hey, Yanyan. No, nothing happened." His tone was soft and comforting.

His hand reached out for Yanyan but he retracted it. He didn't want to add fuel to the fire when it was evident how upset Yanyan was.

Walking with nothing but his boxers on to the bathroom, Cooper checked his clothes and wore it, albeit still damp from him cleaning it earlier.

When he was properly dressed, he grabbed Yanyan's clothes on his way out of the ensuite.

Kneeling on the floor, he braced his arms on the edge of the mattress and peered up at the tear-stricken face of Yanyan.

"Here are your clothes. It's a little damp. You were throwing up pretty badly, so I have to clean it up a bit. Hey, nothing happened. I swear."

Yanyan bunched her clothes under her tight grip and water seeped in between her fingers.

She was shaking in fear and anger mixed together and a voice in her head told her not to let her past happen to her again.

She wouldn't let people trample on her for the second time. Yes, she was young when it happened, and she was helpless in her plight.

But now that she was older, she had a voice, and she would make sure she would be heard.

Her head snapped to Cooper, and her fierce gaze met his confused stare. "You're coming with me to the hospital, Cooper."

"Whaaaat?!"

"I said, you're coming with me." Yanyan angrily wiped the tears in her eyes.

She then dropped the duvet and she scoffed when Cooper averted his gaze as she slid into her clothes.

The nerve of this perpetrator!

"I didn't touch you. I swear." He held his palm up.

"How would I know? We're both naked. And you're the only one who remembers everything? Shouldn't you have left me alone when you saw how drunk I was?"

"If I as much as touched you, you might have screamed and scratched me. Look? Do I have scratches?"

"Then why are we both naked?"

"Because," Cooper took a sharp inhale and exhaled loudly. "I told you… You threw up on your clothes, and my clothes, and see the bathroom for yourself."

Cooper wanted to bang his head on the side table. He thought that he must be living in a nightmare and this was his cue to wake up.

He couldn't believe how Yanyan could accuse him of taking advantage of her when he was the one holding her hair all night as she threw her guts in the toilet?

She even threw up on him that he had to clean up both of their clothes because he didn't want to bother Holden or Manang Juliet in the middle of the night.

Pulling his weight up, Cooper gestured to the door. "If you don't believe me, then be my guest. I'll drive you us to the nearest hospital."

He didn't even know what time it was until he rounded the bed to grab his phone, watch, and keys on the side table.

Pressing the power button on his phone, the digital clock told Cooper how early it was.

Tutting, he couldn't believe his luck. It was still four in the morning, and he lacked sleep, yet here he was, hauling his sorry butt to the hospital because of a certain someone accusing him of something he couldn't do and would never do to a woman.

If driving up to the hospital in the wee hours of the morning could verify his innocence, then so be it.

"Wait." Yanyan tugged Cooper's sleeve, halting him from stepping out of the room.

She was weighing in her options, and she didn't want to make a big deal out of it by walking in the hospital and demanding a sexual assault kit.

Knowing the Knight family, Cooper could pull some strings for her, right?

"I'm bringing you to the hospital for everyone's peace of mind."

"No, wait. Can't you just call a doctor? Someone to check on me. I don't want to see my name on the front page," Yanyan meekly spoke, her head bowed. She knew the consequences of going to a hospital and seeking treatment.

Cooper had the resources to grant her request, so she didn't mind troubling him. "And can we do it somewhere else? I don't want to involve Stellar in this."

Cooper pursed his lips to contain his annoyance. His alcohol level brought down to zero as the reality of his choices hit him in the face.

Exhaling loudly, he asked, "Anything else?"

"Lady doctor and nurse only please."

Cooper shook his head in disbelief at his predicament, but still gave his reassurance to Yanyan and opened the door. His mama raised him to treat ladies with respect the same way he treated her.

But look where it got him now? He was just helping Yanyan and now he was being accused of exploiting her in her time of weakness. Bent on proving his innocence, he trudged forward so the page to this ridiculous conclusion on what could have been a fun night would be turned and forgotten.

Cooper's steps were urgent, but it never made a sound against the floor. Walking down the flight of stairs, he noticed Holden sleeping on the couch in the living room with his forearm over his eyes.

Looking over his shoulders, he pressed a finger to his lips to tell Yanyan to be as quiet as possible so they won't wake Holden up.

If only they knew that Holden was in fact awake and burned the midnight oil to ensure everyone's safety.

As Cooper and Yanyan entered the lift, the two then alighted on a floor below where Cooper's apartment was.

A few minutes later, a private medical team arrived. They followed Cooper to a bedroom where Yanyan was laying on the bed.

The doctor tried her best to hide a scowl, but it still crossed her face as the stench of alcohol and vomit invaded her nose.

Her chief gave her a call just as she was about to end her shift, saying that a certain heir was in the middle of an emergency.

The chief never called her since she started her residency, and she felt honored to be given the task of handling the situation.

However, after speaking with Cooper and Yanyan, the doctor wasn't sure if it was a blessing or a curse to ever cross paths with such an odd couple who asked her to check whether the patient was still a virgin.

After verifying that Yanyan's honor was still intact, the doctor was itching to slam her chart onto something.

That night, the emergency was brimming with patients and the environment was toxic enough that she couldn't even take a bathroom break.

Now she had to cater to these entitled, spoiled brats who pulled strings whenever they wanted.

However, the cloud of judgment in the doctor's head cleared when she read the urine test result of the patient.