His expert kissing skills, sharp nose, and handsome profile were flawless. No wonder women always flocked to him.
Ugh, so much energy first thing in the morning.
I hadn't been this close to him in ages, and I couldn't handle such an intense "play."
"Mmph!"
This time, I couldn't hold it in. I threw up.
Easton looked down at the mess on his collar, his expression dark.
I didn't bother to explain, rushing to the bathroom and locking the door behind me.
As I vomited endlessly, silent tears streamed down my face. I cursed that jerk outside in my heart.
"Why couldn't it be you who dies?"
After venting, I felt self-pity, thinking I was just pathetic and deserved to be treated poorly.
If I couldn't give up the material things, I had to sacrifice myself.
I wiped my mouth and opened the door to find Easton standing there, frowning. "Is your stomach acting up again?" he asked.
I was surprised he remembered my old condition, caused by all the business dinners and drinking I did with him back then.
I smiled and said, "I've eaten too much spicy food lately. I'll eat something light at Mom's in a few days."
"Has Mom found another remedy?"