The Woman From Hell

It had to be said that the aftereffects of white wine were intense.

My head felt heavy and muddled as I allowed Shannon to bring me back to the apartment.

"Oh, slow down you. Slow down!"

My legs did not feel like they belonged to me. I was a little shaky when I stood and needed Shannon to support me to force myself to walk. Spread out on the soda, Shannon grabbed a blanket and covered me.

She took a seat to the side while waving her hands. "I can't carry you anymore. I already told you not to drink, but you still wanted to force yourself."

I felt more comfortable leaning against the sofa. "I'll just sleep. You go home."

"Can I go back with you like this?"

"It's really alright. You'd better go back soon. I'm already home. What are you still worried about?"

I did not want her to go back too late. She had not even had dinner yet.

Shannon looked at me doubtfully. "Are you sure?"

"Of course. I'll be fine after some sleep. You shouldn't stay here and disturb me." I waved my hand, gesturing for her to skedaddle.

"Alright, alright. Remember to call me if you need anything, then. I'm leaving now. Bye."

"Bye-bye."

I felt at ease the moment I heard the door close.

Yet it was at that moment when I relaxed that I unconsciously felt like throwing up. I pulled the trash can over and threw up. I did not eat anything that night but vomited everything I ate during the day. Nausea only let go of its grip on me after I had nothing else to throw up. I grabbed a few tissues and wiped my mouth, then lay back down on the sofa.

"I feel much better now."

Dazed, I fell asleep. In the dimness, it felt as if a broad embrace had carried me to bed. That person even covered me with a blanket with gentle movements.

I really could not pry open my eyes, however, and could only catch the familiar smell.

When I woke up, it was already the next day and there was no one else in the apartment.

I was, indeed, in my room.

Flipping myself off the bed, I was just about to prepare some breakfast when the doorbell rang. I went and opened the door and was greeted by Neil's smiling face. "Good morning." en FindNovel

"Ah, morning."

As if catching the scent of alcohol on me, Neil looked over me. "You got a hangover?"

"Yeah. I drank too much yesterday. Did you need something?"

"Nothing. I just made breakfast and thought of asking you over to join me."

"Alright."

I was hungry and had already thought of looking for something to eat. I was now saved from the trouble of cooking for myself.

Neil was stunned for a bit. He

probably did not think that I would

agree that fast but quickly

recovered. "Alright then. You can wash up and then come over."

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"Alright."

Showering, I changed into some fresh clothes and then washed my face before immediately heading over next door. Seeing my naked face, Neil could not help laughing. "Aren't you treating me too familiarly coming out like this?"NôvelDrama.Org copyrighted © content.

"We live next door to one another. I can't possibly be so refined every time we meet."

"That's true. But your skin is pretty good. You look beautiful without makeup."

He was giving me lip service, but I had no heart to respond to that.

Neil looked at me, his tone

seemingly casual but intentionalt

know about the bidding for North Courts yesterday, You got the rights to develop the land."

"Hmm," I replied softly.

"Your friend didn't help you. You're probably very sad, yeah?"

How did he know everything?

I ate. Not saying much, I just responded lightly, "Yeah."

"You don't need to be sad. He's not your only friend, no?" Neil seemed to be consoling me.

"I know. I won't be sad for long."

It could not be sad for long since there was so much work to do.

"Why do you know so much about what's going on with me?" I looked up and met Neil's somewhat flustered gaze...