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.

look. I quickly turned and ran back to

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

call connected, I heard a

door and stepped out onto the balcony, where I saw Ethan lying on a lounge chair in a robe. In the dim light, I could vaguely see his expression. Ethan was holding a cigarette in one hand

asked, turning his head after taking a drag of

person made me hesitate, unsure

smiled faintly, looking

more exposed, and I instinctively clutched the towel tighter around my

"Why are you so nervous? I've already seen it. You

actions. I had done something irrational while drunk. Expecting Ethan to take responsibility would be childish,

still not sober.

but Ethan grabbed me and pinned

from his mouth, lowered his head to an extremely intimate distance, and said hoarsely, "Since you slept with me, you have to take

skipped a beat. I hadn't felt taken advantage of, but