Nathaniel York smirked ironically, "Oh, not planning on owning up to it again? Well, your eyes are open, so see for yourself."
Matilda Jenkins' gaze slowly slid down, only to find her hand on Nathaniel's chest and her leg around his waist. Moreover... they were both undressed.
Matilda Jenkins wanted to cry. It felt like time had gone backward, and they were back at that scene from a few days ago.
Did she... sleep with him again?
No, no...
Last time she was drunk, and it's logical to do crazy stuff when drunk. But what about this time? She hadn't had a drop of alcohol this time. How did she end up in bed after falling asleep while crying?
It must be that bastard Nathaniel who took advantage of her.
A cold voice came from above her head, "Are you sure I'm the one who took advantage of you? Then could you please move your leg that's been pressing on me all night long? If you don't let go, I swear I'll twist it."
