Chapter 145


    She pped a hand over her mouth, her brows furrowing with pain.


    What the hell was going on?


    Why did her mouth hurt so much?


    Why couldn’t she remember anything?


    Her head was throbbing like a drum. Chloe tried hard to dig through her memory, but she couldn’t


    recall what had happened the night before!


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    Jesus!


    How much did she drink?


    “What are you thinking about?” A deep voice sounded beside her.


    Chloe looked up to find Damon resting his head on one hand, squinting at her.


    His face was as handsome as ever, with a just–woke–upziness about him.


    His expensive shirt was slightly wrinkled, and the top two buttons were undone. Damon gave Chloe


    a sleepy smile.


    Hisid–back demeanor was too charming to resist!


    But Chloe’s gaze was glued to the corner of Damon’s mouth.


    She stared for a moment before finally shifting her gaze to Damon’s eyes, which were full of


    amusement.


    She blushed slightly, then quickly averted her gaze.


    “I’m sorry, I got drunkst night and can’t remember a thing.”


    She really couldn’t remember, but she wasn’t dumb.


    The mark on the corner of Damon’s mouth was hard to miss.


    Yes, even though it was a small wound, it was very noticeable on his handsome face.


    Feeling guilty, Chloe pointed to Damon’s shirt, “I’m sorry for wrinkling your shirt. I… I’ll pay for it.”


    “Pay?” Damon echoed nonchntly.


    Chloe nodded, “It must’ve been my fault.”


    “Yeah, it was,” Damon didn’t deny it.


    Chloe gave an awkward smile, her mouth throbbing with pain.


    Suddenly, Damon leaned in closer.


    “Are you sure you want to pay?”


    Chloe nodded, “…I should.”


    Damon was silent for a few seconds, then asked quietly.


    “Do you remember anything fromst night?”


    Chloe’s heart raced, feeling uneasy.


    “I was waiting for you in the hotel parking lot.”


    “Heh, Damon chuckled, “Then pay.”


    Damon pointed to his wounded mouth, “How do you n onpensating for this?”


    A sh of embarrassment crossed Chloe’s eyes. The question she had been avoiding came up


    after all.


    “I had too much to drinkst night, I can’t remember…”


    “You’re trying to dodge the bullet,” Damon squinted suspiciously.


    Chloe’s headache worsened, “No, I really don’t know what happened!”


    Damon looked at her deeply for a moment, then slowly stood up. The next second, the car door


    opened, a breath of fresh air streamed in, and Damon had already exited the car.


    “That’s okay, I’ll give you time to think.”


    Chloe sighed in relief.


    She watched Damon enter the vi, then she also got out of the car and went back to the small


    house in the backyard to freshen up and change clothes.


    She tried to recall what happenedst night, but she just couldn’t remember.


    When Chloe returned to the vi, Damon had already freshened up and changed into new clothes.


    He was sitting at the dining table, seemingly waiting for her to join him for breakfast.


    “Remember anything yet?”


    When she sat across from him, Damon lifted his head, looking at her with a half–smile.


    Forcing a smile, Chloe shook her head, “Not yet!”


    “Keep trying.”