Arielle woke up with a warm body. However, the constant throbbing pain in her head did not match the warmth in her body. Her ears perked up, listening to the sound of approaching footsteps. A hand cupped her face gently and Arielle knew who it belonged.
"Are you awake? It just so happened that a maid brought food to get rid of your hangover."
"Hangover?"
"You don't remember? You drank a glass of wine last night just to quench your thirst."
Ronan helped Arielle to get up and put the food the maid had brought on her lap. The man gathered her hair and tied it in the back, so it wouldn't get on the food. Arielle was still frowning as her head throbbed painfully.
"Will everyone feel this after drinking a glass of wine? Ronan, you have to stop drinking wine. It's not good," said Arielle while stroking her temple.
