The next morning, Adriel woke up and realized he was lying in an unfamiliar room.
Images from last night immediately surfaced in his mind.
He'd definitely had drunk quite a bit, but not enough to completely black out.
He'd only used being drunk as an excuse to get a little closer to Wynette.
Adriel thought about how he'd deliberately muttered those confessions while pretending to be drunk. He remembered how calm Wynette had looked on the surface, yet when she left, she'd been so flustered that she nearly tripped over herself walking away.
Adriel got up and walked into the bathroom to wash his face.
A brand-new, unopened set of toiletries had already been prepared by the sink.
After freshening up, Adriel stepped out of the room.
Right then, he ran into Wynette, who was walking downstairs with dark circles under her eyes and yawning nonstop.
Still half asleep, Wynette squinted at the man in front of her. "Morning. Does your head hurt?"
She'd suffered from insomnia all night.
The moment she lay in bed, she kept tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep at all.
Every time she closed her eyes, Adriel's drunken confession replayed endlessly in her head.
Those words had echoed in her ears the entire night.
Wynette didn't even remember when she'd finally fallen asleep. She only vaguely recalled seeing the sky brighten outside the window.
"A little." Adriel frowned and rubbed his temples.
Seeing that, Wynette said to him, "I'll make you some honey lemon water."
Adriel followed behind her. "Do you have anything in your fridge? I'll make breakfast."
Looking at her completely empty refrigerator, Wynette instantly fell silent.
She basically never ate breakfast.
Mainly because her schedule used to be completely upside down. She often stayed up until four or five in the morning, then slept straight through until noon or even one or two in the afternoon.
Adriel naturally noticed there was nothing in the fridge either.
He looked at Wynette and frowned in disapproval. "Your sleep schedule's already a mess, and you barely eat properly. On top of that, you've got gastritis, and you still don't take care of your stomach or eat on time? What, you think you're young, so it doesn't matter?"
"When you get older, you're gonna pay for this," Adriel scolded, but his words were full of concern.
Wynette stared at him in surprise.
How did he know about my gastritis?
A few months ago, she'd been hospitalized because of acute gastroenteritis.
Back then, she'd thrown up everything she ate and nearly collapsed from dehydration. She couldn't get a hold of Noah and had ended up going to the hospital alone.
Only afterward did she find out Noah had been busy staying by Lorelei's side.
Adriel also seemed to realize he'd said too much and lightly cleared his throat. "Weren't you going to make me honey lemon water?"
Reminded by him, Wynette took out a lemon and honey. After washing a cup, she made a glass of honey lemon water and handed it to him.
Adriel reached out and accepted it.
As he drank the honey lemon water, his eyes stayed fixed on Wynette. "You were the one who took care of me last night?"
"Yeah." Wynette turned to look at him. "Your fingerprint lock doesn't even have fingerprints registered. Did you buy it just for decoration?"
Adriel nearly choked on his water. "It wasn't registered? I clearly remember..."
He trailed off, suddenly looking a little guilty.
The moment Wynette heard that, she understood immediately. So he thought his fingerprint was already in the system.
Turns out, it's not even close!
Adriel gave Wynette an awkward smile.
There was no way he was going to admit that while Wynette had been driving him home last night, he'd remotely controlled the system through his phone and deleted every fingerprint registered to the lock.
Did I seriously just ask something so personal without thinking?
Our relationship isn't close enough for questions like that, is it?

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