After getting into the car, Amelia fell asleep.
Because the man had coaxed her into taking a hangover remedy beforehand, she felt less drunk when she woke up, but her head was still spinning.
So she leaned against the man's chest without moving, watching the street scene outside retreat into the distance for a while, then pinched the bridge of her nose and said, "This isn't the way to my house."
"Look at the time, it's almost dawn. If you go back now, it's not just about waking the teacher up. It would worry him."
On hearing this, Amelia lowered her gaze to the watch on her wrist. Indeed, as he said, it was 3:00 a.m., and in two more hours, it would be light.
If her father knew she hadn't slept all night, he would definitely be worried.
She didn't want to go to his place either.
Her fingers slowly massaging her temples, she said, "Then let's go to a hotel near my company. It will be convenient for work tomorrow."
