Upon hearing it was Lucas Scott, Chad Yakov finally showed some reaction in the private room, though it was merely turning over once.
Shortly after, there was no more movement.
The bar manager was anxious and knocked on the door several more times, finally hearing a response from Chad Yakov.
"Give me ten minutes." Chad Yakov's deep voice was tinged with a hint of hoarseness.
In the blink of an eye, he sat up from the sofa, leaned against the backrest, and pressed his brow with his hand.
His handsome face was full of fatigue.
The headache from the hangover made him furrow his brows, his eyes bloodshot.
Looking at the empty wine bottles before him, his mind flashed to the medicine box he saw at Auntie Wilson's yesterday...
She just didn't want his child?
If he hadn't accidentally seen it, he would never have thought that she would have Auntie Wilson buy medicine right after their intimate encounter.
