In front of her stood a handsome man, perhaps due to the effect of alcohol, Aurora Blaine's intentions were very clear.
Just a second before she leaned closer, Maverick Knight gently tilted his head.
He placed his hand on Aurora Blaine's shoulder, pushing the girl back gently, his voice low to the extreme, "Sit properly."
Maverick Knight got up and walked elsewhere, stopping in front of a table. He pulled open the first row of drawers, inside were compartments, each holding different medicines.
Maverick Knight looked at those boxes of medicine absentmindedly.
The darkness in his deep eyes was more intense than usual, and his heartbeat seemed irregular.
After a long while, he finally raised his hand and took out some hangover pills from one of the compartments.
He poured a cup of warm water using her cup, then returned to the living room.
Without Maverick Knight entertaining her mischievousness, Aurora Blaine now obediently leaned against the sofa, holding a pillow.
