Ryan Walyon is the kind of man born with a noble status, and Uncle Chapman believes no woman would refuse him.
Gina Sutton wasn't even drinking, so even if something happened between them, it should have been consensual, right?
Ryan Walyon got so drunk that he slept straight through to midday the next day.
As he opened his eyes, a distinct fragrance of perfume enveloped his senses.
The unfamiliar scent made his brows furrow slightly.
"Morning, you're awake!" a charming voice came from beside him.
It was as if cold water had been poured on Ryan Walyon, and his muddled mind instantly cleared up.
Turning his head, he looked coldly at Gina Sutton lying in bed, his gaze sharp, "Why are you here?"
"Don't you remember?" Gina Sutton pulled the sheet over her bare body, her tone unhurried, "Last night you drank too much; I and the maids helped you back to your room. After the maids left to make some hangover soup, things just happened between us."
