Next One Is a Babe novel Chapter 1191

Logan and Dad are probably drinking to their hearts’ content this time. At the mere thought of it, Lola felt a wave of sympathy pain assailing her stomach. Tarrying for a while, she then went to take a shower upon seeing that the drinking party was showing no signs of wrapping up. Then, she sprawled onto the bed. Utterly worn out from all the climbing she did up the mountain today, she fell into slumber just moments after lying down.

After an indeterminate time, she groggily sensed her bedroom door being opened. Rather drowsy, she didn’t react at all since she thought that it was her mother who came in to check on her. However, sometime later, she got a strong whiff of alcohol beside her.

Just when she was about to turn over, she suddenly felt someone flipping open her blanket and stumblingly slipping under the covers. A bolt of fear lanced through her, and she almost screamed. Swiftly flipping off the bed, she slapped her hand on the light switch. In the next moment, she was greeted by the sight of Logan lying sideways on her bed, dead to the world. His face is all red, so he’s totally hammered.

She then strained her ears, making out Mrs. Hunt’s mutterings outside. This was a very normal occurrence since her mother groused every time her father got plastered. It seems that they didn’t notice the fact that he went to the wrong room and barged into my room instead.

Lola initially wanted to kick Logan out of bed and demand that he returned to his room, but she then nixed the idea upon seeing him sleeping so soundly. Pulling the covers over him, she pivoted and went out, going to the room that’d been prepared for him instead. However, she couldn’t instantly go back to sleep, so she opened her eyes and stared up at the ceiling.

At this time, Mr. and Mrs. Hunt’s voices had already ceased, so it was very silent. After a while, Lola gave a bark of laughter before flipping over and closing her eyes. She had no trouble sleeping on an unfamiliar bed. After all, she often had to sleep in the car back when she went on missions, so she was used to it.

She slept through the night until Mrs. Hunt got out of bed as usual to prepare breakfast in the morning. She was feeling a tad reluctant to wake up, so she burrowed into the covers. Meanwhile, Logan and Mr. Hunt probably hadn’t sobered up, so they were both still in bed.

For some reason, this feeling was extremely gratifying, so Lola dozed off again groggily. In the end, it was Logan who came to wake her up. He’d obviously freshened up and was staring at her while sitting on the edge of the bed, grinning from ear to ear. Then, he even asked, “Did you do something to me in the middle of the night yesterday? Why did I wake up in your bed?”

How could he even bring himself to say that? Is he truly without shame? Slowly sitting up, Lola lifted a hand and punched his shoulder though she didn’t put much strength into it. “You barged into my room in your drunken haze yesterday, you shameless man! Having no other recourse, I could only move here.”

Reaching out, Logan tucked the scattered hair by her ear to the back. “I was the one who was sloshed last night, so why are you the one who’s still in bed? Did I tire you out?”

What is he saying? Is this something a decent person would say? No matter how I listen to it, it sounds vulgar. Lola shot him a glare. “Get out!”

Logan raised his arms. “Okay, you should be getting up now. We’ve got to set out in a while.”

Hmm, it’s indeed time. After eating, we’ve got to depart and go back. Thus, she climbed out of bed and languidly went to the courtyard to wash up.

Meanwhile, Logan helped Mrs. Hunt set the table. Mrs. Hunt truly found him all the more pleasing as she looked at him. He’s much better than Shawn Long!