Chapter 95 How Dare She
- Adam’s eyes fluttered open, the sharp sting of sunlight slicing through the curtains. His head throbbed like a drum, the bitter taste of whiskey still on his tongue.
- He groaned, dragging a hand down his face. “Ugh… where the hell…”
- He sat up slowly, clutching his temples. “You drank again, Adam,” he muttered under his breath, his voice rough and low.