Chapter 9 Kneel and Apologize

When he woke up that morning, Gregory could hardly believe it—he was sprawled awkwardly in the bathtub. The back of his head, his back, and his waist all ached, and his whole body felt sore and stiff. Veronica swung her legs out of bed and slipped on her shoes, her voice calm and measured. "You were drugged. I was afraid you wouldn't be able to control yourself and might make a move on me, so knocking you out was the safest option. "And as for why you're in the bathtub—that way, you could jump straight into a cold shower when you woke up." With that, she curved her lips into an innocent smile and looked at Gregory. "See? Thoughtful of me, isn't it?" "Make a move on you?" Gregory laughed in disbelief, as if he had just heard the funniest joke in the world. "Veronica, you think far too highly of yourself." Veronica kept her expression calm as he mocked her, though deep inside, she felt a sharp pang of pain. At that moment, there was a faint sound at the door. Gregory's brow twitch