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.

I must look. I quickly turned and ran back to

so I decided to call him for answers. I

call connected, I heard a phone ringing from

Ethan lying on a lounge chair in a robe. In the dim light,

his head after

me hesitate, unsure of how to ask my

smiled faintly, looking

feel even more exposed, and I instinctively

you so nervous? I've already seen it.

our relationship had become awkward, mainly because of my own actions. I had done something irrational while drunk. Expecting Ethan to take responsibility would be childish,

didn't want to trap myself in this predicament. "I'm still not sober. I'll

but Ethan grabbed me and pinned me against

cigarette from his mouth, lowered his head to an extremely intimate distance, and said hoarsely,

I hadn't felt taken advantage of, but