Eleanor Spencer woke up in a daze, her head felt like it was going to explode, her body felt like it had fallen apart. She opened her eyes and, seeing Nathan Johnson's bare upper body, suddenly sat up from the bed.
"Who... who are you?!" Eleanor Spencer cried out in shock, realizing she felt a chill on her skin, grabbed the quilt to cover herself, and glared at Nathan Johnson in shame and anger.
The headache was killing her, scenes from last night flitted through her mind like a movie.
She... and him...
Yesterday, she was just in a bad mood and went to the bar and had a few extra drinks, originally to anger Nancy Carter, who would've thought this would happen now.
Eleanor Spencer had just wanted to threaten him not to tell anyone about what happened today when she saw the man stand up. Nathan Johnson walked over to a camera stand, took the camera down, and fiddled with it on his phone.
"What... what is that?" Eleanor Spencer asked, her face pale.
