Chapter 33

LUNETH The door opens, and Drexon walks into the room, almost as if he is trying to ignore me, because he walks to the closet leading to the bathroom at once and only emerges when he is in comfortable clothes. I look at him, waiting for an explanation or anything. I do not want to be that woman who nags or is difficult, but the interaction from earlier is not making it any easier. I wanted him to stop me from leaving earlier, but it was obvious that he had a lot of things to discuss with her. I clear my throat and walk to the mini fridge in the room. I had my eyes on it since we arrived in the room, but I had not dared to think of taking anything out of it. I don't know where the courage suddenly came from, but now I want some alcohol in my system. I was not a big drinker, and I knew that three glasses of wine would probably knock me out, which is why I would try my best to stick to one bottle. "Do you want a glass of wine?" I ask as I pour some for myself. He looks up at me, and I can