Chapter 462

Veronica didn’t say no. The night passed, and daylight crept through. When Martin woke up, he was in a hotel room. The sound of running water echoed from the bathroom, and a small pile of clothes—clearly a woman’s—was tossed carelessly by the bed. His head throbbed, but not bad enough to forget what happened last night. Everything in his mind was a chaotic mess. The water stopped abruptly, and shortly after, the door opened. Veronica stepped out, towel wrapped around her body, damp hair twisted up in another towel. Her delicate face peeked out, looking as calm and composed as ever. “Well, you’re up,” she smiled casually. “Why are you looking at me like that?” Martin gripped the edge of the sheet, his expression a tangle of guilt and awkwardness. “Sorry... I had too much to drink last night.” Her smile faded slightly. “Men always love using that as an excuse. To me, it just screams dodging responsibility. Kind of pathetic, really.” “I… I’ll take responsibility,” he said, eyes earnest. B