'But, if she didn't want me, why did she take the initiative to kiss me? Why did she call me husband?' Vernon questioned himself, trying to make sense of the situation that happened last night.
'She is grossed out with me, but why did she treat me so gently when I was drunk? She could've showed her true face, no need to be so fake when I can't even remember anything….'
Vernon had many questions in his head, but he had no answer for any of them. The way things happened last night made him question the whole thing, especially his hatred towards her.
He started to doubt his mind because how she treated him when he was drunk was different from his expectation.
'Where is her disgust? Why is she not disgusted with me?' Vernon asked himself. 'I was drunk as shit, but she… she didn't make that grossed-out expression.'
Vernon was in deep thought until he heard another banging on the door.
