Unveiled: The Survivor's Triumph

Chapter 23 The Towel Dropped

Before I passed out, I grabbed Ethan's shirt and mumbled, "Was my sincerity enough? How did you handle it? Tell me."

I blacked out before hearing his answer. When I woke up, my mouth was dry, and my head was pounding.

As I tried to sit up, the thin blanket slipped off, and seeing my naked body under the sheets made my brain freeze for a moment.

I looked around the unfamiliar bedroom, unable to remember anything, just feeling the headache from a hangover.

I grabbed a towel from the bedside, wrapped it around myself, and got out of bed barefoot.

The house was big, and I could hear some noise from downstairs.

At the top of the stairs, I saw a group playing cards in the living room. They were the ones who joined the drinking session last night. Oliver was there, but Ethan was missing.

Someone noticed me and coughed, drawing everyone's attention. They all looked up at me.

quickly turned

night, so I decided to call him for answers. I grabbed my phone and

soon as the call connected, I heard a phone ringing from

a lounge chair in a robe. In the dim light, I could vaguely

turning his head after

hesitate,

faintly, looking me over

awkward, his gaze made me feel even more exposed, and I instinctively clutched

I've already seen

actions. I had done something irrational while drunk. Expecting Ethan to take responsibility

didn't want to trap myself in this predicament. "I'm still not sober. I'll head back now. You should rest early

turned to leave, but Ethan grabbed me and pinned me

took the cigarette from his mouth, lowered his head to an extremely intimate distance, and said hoarsely, "Since you

I hadn't felt taken