Chapter 184
The night was dark, and a good night’s sleep was had.
It was early in the morning, just as the day was breaking.
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Mariela used to have a regular routine of going to bed and waking up early on weekdays. She would naturally wake up at the designated time.
After the hangover, the headache was splitting.
Mariela paused for a moment, her consciousness slowly returning,
She only remembered last night she had a gathering with her colleagues, and later went to a bar and had a few drinks.
Her alcohol tolerance is not very good, so she got drunk after only a few drinks.
Mariela vaguely remembered that a man came afterwards, and she held onto him tightly, spouting a bunch of nonsense.
At this thought, Mariela jolted awake, a wave of nervous panic washing over her entire body. It was over, it was over. How could she have been so foolish to argue with a man? What would she say if Lennon found out?
Would he be jealous?
It’s not that she was afraid of Lennon getting angry, she was just afraid that he would misunderstand and then feel unhappy.
She cared about Lennon’s feelings and didn’t want him to feel uncomfortable.
Mariela lifted the covers and got out of bed, suddenly noticing the clothes on her body.
Pajamas?
When did she change?
How did she come back last night?
Mariela pushed open the door of the bedroom, preparing to go to the bathroom to freshen up, when she suddenly looked up and saw a person lying on the sofa.
The man was covered with a blanket, with his feet resting on the armrest of the sofa. He closed his eyes, and his chin was slightly raised, with a smooth and distinct jawline.
Lennon!
How did he get here?
Oh my goodness!
Was it him who took her to the bar and brought her back last night?
Would he have seen her arguing with that man last night?
She carefully recalled, but she couldn’t remember at all what the man looked like last night.
Mariela wanted to cry but she dared not think about how much Lennon saw last night. She felt she had no face to face him.
The man on the sofa slept in a proper posture, with a handsome sleeping face.
Mariela was fascinated.
In the quiet morning, there was not a single sound in the house. Mariela could even hear the sound of her own heartbeat.
Seeing the tall man huddled on the couch, Mariela couldn’t help but feel sorry for him.
She walked over and stood in front of Lennon, extending her index finger to poke his face.
The man was completely unaware and slept soundly.
Mariela summoned up her courage and pinched his face again, and this time Lennon reacted.
He opened his eyes, still drowsy, and looked at Mariela in a daze.“Marie, you’re awake.”
Mariela fell silent and pursed her lips.“Lenny, go sleep in the room.”
