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.

demeanor was too charming to resist!

to the corner of Damon’s

stared for a moment before finally shifting her gaze to Damon’s

slightly, then quickly averted

night and

couldn’t remember, but

corner of Damon’s

was a small wound, it was

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

Damon echoed nonchalantly.

“It must’ve been

was,” Damon didn’t deny

smile, her mouth

leaned

you sure you

“…I should.”

for a few seconds, then asked

remember anything from last

heart raced,

you in the hotel

chuckled,

pointed to his wounded mouth, “How do you plan on

eyes. The question

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