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CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE: HOW SHE FEELS.

"Ah!" Purple groaned, holding her head and sitting up straight. There was a blinding pain in her forehead accompanied by a stomachache.

She made to stand up but collapsed to the bed. Her head felt like millions of bees were dancing inside. She rubbed her temples with closed eyes in a bid to recover her strength.

"Why did I have to drink so much?!" She whined.

Yesterday night had been, well, kind of crazy. She had walked into the bar with a high spirit, and for the first time, alcohol had tasted like sugar in her mouth. Dancing had felt so good, so therapeutic, a relief, but Charles had dragged her home against her wish.

Her hands reached out to her purse and she grabbed an aspirin together with a glass of water and swallowed, at least to ease the throbbing pain in her temples.

It was the weekend, so there was no fuss about going late to work, she could sleep all she wanted, except…

Yeah, right, Lucas. She had ignored his text the previous night because she was mad at him. How dare he
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