Prove His Innocence 2

The doctor had encountered uncomfortable situations like this in the past where a victim was rendered helpless in a relationship with no lifeline to help them out of their situation.

Gathering up her courage, the doctor reminded herself to be wary of the surroundings.

Walking back into the room with the result in hand, the doctor decided to sneak her card later inside the bedroom for Yanyan's disposal to call for help.

Who knew if the heir whose face was sculpted by the gods was a serial killer? Better be safe than sorry.

Cooper's eyes opened wide when the bedroom door flung open. He was half drowsy and alert at the same time that it surprised him.

He blinked twice to clear his vision before shaking the bed to wake Yanyan up. In his head he was grumbling how there would be no way that he would ever touch her again.

"Can I lay down? I'm still dizzy," Yanyan croaked, her dry throat begged for water, but she didn't want to burden Cooper for asking so she just endured her thirst.

The doctor replied with a curt smile. She then proceeded to verify Yanyan's identity. "I just need to check your identity before I release the results or your urine test."

Yanyan clutched her head and nodded.

"Name?"

"Marian Lewis"

"Date of birth?"

"August xx, 19xx."

"That'll be all. Thank you so much. So your urine test came back positive with an illegal substance. Since it was a rapid test, we can't know which exactly it was, but after twenty-four hours, the results will be available online. Hmm… do you have any questions?"

Yanyan gasped, her hand flew to her mouth. Slowly, her eyes stole a peek at Cooper. She noticed how his jaw ticked in anger.

Training her attention back to the doctor, Yanyan blinked twice, asking herself if she had any question but was too shocked to formulate one.

So even if she wanted to ask anything, she just shook her head 'no' and listened as the doctor lectured her with signs and symptoms of an overdose that she had to look out for.

At the end of their lengthy consultation, the doctor and her team took their leave with Cooper ushering them outside of his apartment.

Through it all, Yanyan's head was bowed. She couldn't dare spare a glance at Cooper when he reappeared and stood by the door to keep his distance.

The sun was slowly peeking up the horizon, brightening up the corner room.

Finally mustering up the courage to regard Cooper from head to toe, Yanyan sighed at noticing the solemn expression on his face.

She knew in her heart he was innocent, especially after realizing that he did take care of her in the few hours that they were together instead of taking advantage of her while she blacked out.

However, she couldn't accept how her drink was laced when the odds of it happening was close to impossible.

The entire time she made sure that she's the one to pull the cork open and guarded the wine bottles with her life.

She never let others touch her glass or the wine bottle she was drinking on, afraid that her past might happen again.

That bleak part of her life was also the reason why she kept her drinking at a minimum until last night where she ended up wasted and naked.

Suddenly, it dawned on her. What if someone swiped the drug in her drink while she wasn't aware of it?

But how could it be Cooper when she was sitting beside Irina the whole night?

As if Cooper could read her thoughts, her eyes darted to his direction when she heard a ringing tone from his phone.

Yanyan watched in silence as an ominous gray finger of retaliation shrouded Cooper Knight.

"Stop. Wait. Don't call Irina yet. What are you planning to do?" Yanyan steeled her stare at Cooper who peeled the phone away from his ears.

He then tapped his phone with a finger as if contemplating on what to respond to her interrogation. "Don't tell me you're worried about the person who drugged you?"

"You can't be so sure about that."

"Trust me. I know. Irina uses it."

Yanyan bit her bottom lip. "What about you? Do you also play with those… kind of things?"

Her eyes flitted to Cooper, and she watched as he crossed his arms over his chest and leaned on the door frame. "Not my cup of tea," he responded.

Yanyan raised a single brow at him, unsure whether to believe his claim. Letting it slide, she huffed. "I don't know why she did that, but it's totally not cool."

"Tell me about it," Cooper gritted through his teeth, although he had an idea of Irina's motives.

"Okay. What are you planning to do with her then?"

"I'll break up with her because she disrespected me when she disrespected my guest."

Yanyan took a sharp breath. Cooper's plan made sense, but what about her?

She was the victim here.

Swallowing the tumbleweed down her parched throat, she spoke, "Can I suggest something? I'm in the mood for a petty payback."

Cooper paused and his eyes never left Yanyan's disheveled state. It tore his heart that the prim and proper lady from last night was long gone, all because of Irina.

Trying one last time to reach Irina, he ended the call when she still didn't pick up the call after his second try.

He then humored Yanyan, and angled his head to enquire the specifics of Yanyan's plan.

"I know this is silly… but is it okay if I post a photo of us together? You don't have to show your face, but she'll figure out it was you. Just to crush her heart," Yanyan uttered under her breath.

"I can do that," he agreed in a heartbeat, surprising Yanyan and himself.

Biting the insides of her cheeks, her hands then bunched the duvet under her palms after hearing Cooper.

She flinched when he pushed his weight off the doorframe and strode towards her, but toughened up right away, reminding herself that she was safe.

As soon as she stood, she felt as if a wave of water splashed her body. Her head was spinning for a bit but she was quick to find her footing.

Determination crossed her face at the thought of breaking Irina's heart for causing her panic attack.

It was Yanyan's only way to get back at Irina because honestly, how can someone like her who lived from paycheck to paycheck fight with Irina who came from an influential family?

Yanyan convinced herself that it was Irina's fault for messing with their wine and the latter could not point a finger on Yanyan after seeing her staged photo with Cooper.

Why would she even lace their drinks? Was it fun playing with her and Stellar's ignorance?

Brushing away her thoughts, she motioned towards the vanity, she then held Cooper in either of his arms as they stood face to face with Cooper's back reflecting in the mirror.

"Just a mysterious boyfriend shot," Yanyan convinced herself. "So I'll tiptoe a bit and take a photo real quick."

"Do you want me to do anything?"

"No… just stand there and don't move. I'll work on the camera's angle."

To Yanyan, staging the fake couple goals photo was a walk in the park, especially with her ten thousand hours of selfie experience.

Five successive shutters later echoed in the room, and Yanyan hopped away from Cooper.

She scanned the album, and her lips curled when she found the perfect one. "What do you think about this one?" She waved her phone in the air to get Cooper's attention.

Cooper's face was blank the entire time, and embarrassment gnawed at Yanyan's insides.

A part of her told her that Cooper was just entertaining her to make it up for Irina's blunder, but he wasn't a fan of being used as someone's pawn.

Surprise flooded her face when Cooper flashed his pearly white teeth, his eyes turned into crescents.

"I want to take the same photo too, but this time you're the one hiding your face," Cooper announced.

Yanyan's brows furrowed at the idea, but she didn't find anything wrong with it. If he's posting the same photo to infuriate Irina, she would gladly do so.

That lady was lucky nothing horrible happened to Yanyan or else she would make sure the social media influencer would meet her demise.

"Sure, no problem."

The two then switched places. "Do you mind if I suggest a few poses?"

Cooper shrugged.

"So I'll hook my arms on your neck and let's just smile and stare at each other. How about that?" Yanyan suggested.

"Okay. That sounds easy."

The pair was in character. They were staring at each other for a long time, smiling as if they adore the person reflecting in their eyes.

After a long beat, discomfort crawled under Yanyan's skin. She felt as if Cooper's eyes were sucking her soul in.

Breaking the silence, she averted her gaze and probed, "Are you done?"

As if he was lost in time, Cooper snapped back to reality after hearing Yanyan's angelic voice.

"Oh snap. I took a video." He almost dropped his phone upon realizing his dumb move.

The two were still laughing until Cooper finally ended the recording. "So much for a hangover."

"Yeah…" Yanyan murmured. Seeing the clock on the wall, and how she was three hours away from clocking in for work, Yanyan took a step away from Cooper and walked toward the ottoman where her bag was.

She had to get up and running so she could get home in time and take a nice warm bath before reporting for her job.

"Where are you going?" Cooper asked, blocking Yanyan's path.

She raised a single brow at him. "Home."

"Go back and catch more sleep. My secretary's on her way with your clothes so you don't have to worry about what to wear later. I owe you one, so please don't say no to me."

"Wow. Okay? Thanks?" Yanyan had no words to utter, but deep inside she was screaming at the injustices that a mere assistant like her faced at the hands of their bosses.

She imagined the assistant waking up before sunrise just because her boss wanted a wardrobe for someone at five in the morning.

Laying back on the bed, Yanyan scoffed. How nice it must be to be on top of the food chain.