Chapter 145

She clapped a hand over her mouth, her brows furrowing with pain.

What the hell was going on?

Why did her mouth hurt so much?

Why couldn’t she remember anything?

Her head was throbbing like a drum. Chloe tried hard to dig through her memory, but she couldn’t recall what had happened the night before!

Jesus!

How much did she drink?

“What are you thinking about?” A deep voice sounded beside her.

Chloe looked up to find Damon resting his head on one hand, squinting at her.

His face was as handsome as ever, with a just–woke–up laziness about him.

His expensive shirt was slightly wrinkled, and the top two buttons were undone. Damon gave Chloe a sleepy smile.

His laid–back demeanor was too charming to resist!

Chloe’s gaze was glued to the corner of Damon’s mouth.

a moment before finally shifting her gaze to Damon’s eyes, which were full of

quickly averted her gaze.

got drunk last night and can’t remember a

really couldn’t remember, but she

the corner of Damon’s mouth was hard to miss.

small wound, it

Chloe pointed to Damon’s shirt, “I’m sorry for wrinkling your shirt.

echoed

must’ve been my fault.”

Damon didn’t deny it.

her mouth

leaned in closer.

sure you

“…I should.”

few seconds, then

you remember anything from

raced, feeling

you in the

chuckled,

wounded mouth, “How do you

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