William woke up from his sleep suddenly. There was a burning feeling that enveloped him. Not only that, but his body also gave off a hot temperature.
Is he having a fever? Or jealousy?
Uh! He couldn't be jealous. It was clear that he had no real feelings for Marion. Even though he didn't like Drake's plan to approach the girl, come on ... how could that feeling be called jealousy?
William rose from his bed. Staggering like a reaction after drinking dozens of bottles of alcoholic beverages. There wasn't a single kind of alcohol that would get him drunk, but this ... was this what it was like to be drunk?
Just a few steps away from the bed, his body unsteady and inescapably, fell and hit the marble floor beneath his feet.
