Chapter 181

The next morning. Sunlight streamed through the window. On the dark-colored bed, Camila's long lashes fluttered a few times before she slowly opened her eyes. She shifted a little, wanting to get up, but her whole body felt sore and weak-especially her legs... As the memory hit her, her cheeks instantly flushed bright red. "You're awake. Hungry? I had Willa bring breakfast in. Get up and eat something." Compared to Camila's barely-alive look, Prescott was the picture of energy, looking way too pleased. "...I'm not hungry." Camila avoided his gaze, not daring to meet those deep eyes. Thinking of how bold she had been last night, she seriously wanted to disappear on the spot. Ugh, curse that half bottle of wine. She should've known better than to drink. Ended up half-drunk and totally out of line... She didn't even want to think about what Prescott thought of her. "Still shy?" Prescott looked at her and chuckled. He walked over, his tall frame settling on the edge of the bed. His lips le