Chapter 32 The New Secretary

I have a terrible headache. I got home without knowing, and I was topless. Did Ethan drove me home?

"Hannah, it's your last! Maybe next time you'll get pregnant without your permission," as I sermon myself while messing on my hair.

I'm late for work, and my head seems to explode. How much did I drink that passed me out? Later I need to find out with Ethan what happened, and it must be despicable.

When I went down, I saw a jacket in the living room. I can't tell it's Ethan because it's too small for him.

I didn't pay attention much because of what time already, so I hurried to take a shower, didn't eat, and just got dressed—eyebrow then enough.

My car is here, so someone must drove me. I don't even remember driving home last night.

I was wearing my high heels, thin blouse, and not too short skirt while clamp my hair up, which made me look sophisticated. Being not okay doesn't mean we will take ourselves for granted. I need to look