âYes, yes,â Connolly replied, feeling slightly aggrieved.
He wisely removed the special soup and left them undisturbed.
Returning to his room with the hangover soup, Kyson gently patted Dulcieâs face.
âWake up.
Youâre too drunk.
Drink some hangover soup, or youâll have a headache tomorrow.
â
In a daze, Dulcie opened her eyes.
When she saw Kyson, her eyes lit up.
âMr.
Shaw, youâre so handsome.
Is such a man, like a divine being, really my boyfriend?â
Kyson was rendered speechless.
He was far from a divine being; he was a devil.
âDrink the soup.
â
Dulcie, obediently, took the bowl.
Even if it were poison, she would have drunk it without hesitation.
After sitting on the sofa for more than ten minutes, Dulcie gradually sobered up.
She opened her eyes again and found herself in an unfamiliar place.
The room was immaculate and elegantly furnished, a stark contrast to her modest apartment.
âThis is the Shaw family estate, my room,â Kyson stated from the sofa opposite her, idly toying with the expensive watch on his wrist.
Dulcieâs heart skipped a beat.
His tone had shifted to one of cold detachment, a far cry from the gentleness he had displayed yesterday and earlier today.
Perplexed, Dulcie raised her head and stared at him.
âAre you sober? Do you understand what Iâm saying? Do you know who I am?â
âIâm awake.
â
Kyson extracted a cigarette and lighter from his pocket, lazily igniting it and exhaling a plume of smoke.
The haze of smoke shrouded his expression, rendering it indistinct to Dulcie.
After a pause, Kysonâs voice emerged, laden with low intensity.
âTonight, in your drunken state, you said you Liked me very much.
That as long as I chose you, you would be willing to do anything for me.
Is that true?â
Dulcie felt a wave of confusion wash over her.
Did she reveal her true feelings while intoxicated?
It was so embarrassingâ¦
âYes, yes⦠But I didnât mean to pressure you into making any decision.
Just being able to spend a day with you already means so much to meâ¦â