His gaze fell on the still-sleeping face of Sally Dalton, and he raised his hand to press against his still-throbbing temple.
Damn it!
How could I have done such a thing?
Nathan Leafcastle knew his own alcohol tolerance. The red wine he drank yesterday normally wouldn't have gotten him drunk.
Could it be that after last time's alcohol poisoning, his body could no longer handle alcohol?
Good heavens!
What do I do now?
Looking at Sally Dalton's still-sleeping face, he carefully tried to withdraw his arm. Just as he managed to pull it halfway out, the girl was startled awake.
Opening her eyes and seeing him, Sally Dalton immediately smiled.
"Morning."
"…Morning!" Nathan Leafcastle tried to remain calm, "You… you should sleep a little longer, I… I…"
He originally wanted to come up with an excuse, like saying there was a meeting at the company, so he could leave and carefully think through what to do about this situation.
