When Kendall woke up, it was already noon the next day.
She rubbed her temples, feeling a sharp pain in her head, which hadn't fully recovered.
"Drink water."
There was a glass of water in front of her, held by a large, slender hand—Damien's hand.
She took a sip of the water, her voice hoarse, "What's wrong with me?"
Her memory lingered on the clear bar. There was something wrong with the glass of wine that Layla poured her, and she fell unconscious after drinking it. She couldn't understand why she woke up in the Knight Family Manor.
Had Layla done something? What was his purpose?
Seeing Kendall frown, Damien handed her the materials arranged on the table.
Kendall opened them and her eyes grew colder and colder, her face filled with hostility. Behind the hostility lay disappointment and hurt.
