Chapter 118 I Don't Feel So Good
- Amelie’s POV
- The party continued until the early morning hours of Sunday. By that time, everyone was either highly inebriated or very drunk. I was even feeling a little tipsy myself. Nathan was drunk. I had never seen him like this. We were snuggled on the couch, sipping on our cocktails and chatting with a bunch of partygoers.
- “So Simon,” Nathan said. “You are in our marketing department.”