Lily Turner not only couldn't avoid it, but also couldn't run away from it. Easton Holmes didn't give her any chance, so she could only be oppressed every night.
Until that morning, she ran to the bathroom with her mouth covered, retching.
"Have some water to rinse your mouth."
He walked in with a cup of warm water, came to her who was retching beside the toilet, and leaned over to hand the cup to her.
Lily took the cup from Easton, drank a few sips, and rinsed her mouth. She thought the nauseating feeling would ease a bit, but it didn't. She still felt very sick.
She hung over the toilet puking for a long while, vomiting out all her breakfast, and only then did she feel a little better.
"It's all your fault! I said I didn't want to eat so much, but you forced me. Satisfied now?" Lily wiped her mouth with her hand and stood up, forcefully pushed the cup into Easton's hand, walked to the sink, washed her mouth and hands, and left the bathroom without even looking at him.
