Casper shouldn't have been so hung up on it. A mistake is a mistake, and his was beyond fixing. He had come to terms with that.

Casper pulled back the covers, tucked Eliza in, and was ready to leave. But she jumped onto his back like a nimble kitten, wrapping her arms around his neck. "Tell me, who are you really?" she demanded. "I'm...," he gritted his teeth, "a waiter."

Her response was a soft "oh," tinged with disappointment. But she didn't get off his back. Instead, she clung to him tightly, as if trying to soak up some warmth and comfort.

He turned his face slightly. "Go back to bed and get some rest. You need it."

"I, I..." she began, but then a wave of nausea hit her. Her stomach churned violently, and she couldn't hold it back. She opened her mouth, and a burst of vomit came out, splattering all over his shirt. Casper froze. Fighting his own nausea, he carried her to the bathroom, where she clung to the toilet and vomited. He took off his shirt and tossed it aside.

He knelt next to her and gently patted her back. "How much did you drink?"

"Two, two bottles," she said, holding up three fingers.

He couldn't help but laugh, despite his annoyance. "That's quite something."

some hangover remedies and bring them over. He stayed until Eliza fell

left, he scribbled a note on the medicine box. "Take

returned to his room and took a long shower. Early the next morning,

She had blacked out and had no idea how she ended up in

head, she saw

Out of curiosity, she reached for it, took a glance, and then threw it away in shock. It was Casper's

bought this medicine? Could he have been

find her clothes still on. She calmed

to the

stained with vomit. Another piece

eyes. What a stroke

and Eliza met up, and he invited her for a weekend yacht trip to clear her mind. Feeling weighed down, she

piloted a

on the deck. The sea shimmered under the sunlight, the breeze blowing through

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