CHAPTER 52: BOWLING

I looked at Garren in the distance. He's playing with his son in the living room. There's an effervescent smile plastered on his face.

It seems like he doesn't remember a single thing about what happened last night.

When we came across each other earlier this morning, he didn't ask me anything. He's not acting weird.

Nothing changed. He still asked me to make him a coffee and give him medicine for his headache, which was certainly caused by the liquor.

Fortunately, he drank the first coffee that I made. He didn't torture me by making me go back and forth to the kitchen just to appease his pathetic demands.

I was alleviated. I don't know how to deal with him if he confronts me about the horrendous event last night.

But come to think of it. I wasn't the one who put me in that situation, so why should I be mortified? If there is someone who should be appalled, it's him.

"He's already melting with your stares."

I averted my gaze when I heard someone speaking beside me. And i