On the other side, Ryan finally woke up. The moment he sat up, his head pounded badly, and he reached out to hold it, wincing. "Ahhh!"
"Sir, are you okay?"
The voice made Ryan pause, and he turned to look to find Zenith sitting there, slightly dishevelled.
His brows furrowed. "What are you doing here?" His gaze stared at her, and Zenith realized that there was something wrong with his gaze. Like he was accusing her of something.
She looked at herself and understood what was so wrong. Her hands swiftly moved to button her blouse before she stood to step away from him. "S–Sir, don't get this wrong. You were drunk last night, and I simply brought you back. Nothing happened between us," she hesitated a little before she continued, "You were just too emotional last night and would let me leave."
His frown deepened, and he asked, "Did I force you into anything?" His fingers clenched tightly, and his jaw ticked.
