Chapter 787: Dreams of a Castle in the Air
Callie's tolerance for alcohol had improved significantly, and she no longer needed any hangover soup. When Regan picked her up at the convenience store downstairs with a bag of yogurt, he saw the woman who had asked to stay over walking calmly towards him.
"Weren't you drinking?"
"Not drunk."
Apart from her hair being a bit tousled by the wind, Callie looked perfectly fine.
"I thought you were drowning your sorrows in alcohol." Regan glanced disdainfully at the yogurt, then led her upstairs.
In the elevator, Callie joked casually, "No men hidden in your room, right?"
Regan showed her his watch, "At this hour, if there were any men, I wouldn't let you in."
They exchanged a glance and both laughed.
"I heard you ran into Isaac today. Did he give you a hard time?" Regan opened the door.
"Your information is getting more and more accurate."
Callie's casual remark made Regan pause for a moment before she smiled, "Well, I am Ahmad's favorite now."
Callie pulled out a pack of Marlb

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