Chapter 27: He doesn't like it, but he doesn't give it to anyone

Ivor’s eyes widened, wondering what was in her room that made her hesitate to walk in.

A monster? Or a witch?

He didn’t know that ordinary scenes through the brain, which were crippling because the wine, were turning into a mysterious world or not. He remembered a boy he knew in college. Every time he got drunk, he felt like he was a knight and whatever was in his hand became his sword. The ordinary world became a mystical world through his mind, which became more creative when stimulated by alcohol.

Ivor approached Lia, looking in the direction that Lia looked. He saw her messy bed. His left eye twitched as soon as he saw it. Ivor hated the mess, and he thought that Lia was always a neat girl, just like him.

Of course, he’d never know how she made everything so neat to impress him.

Ivor patted Lia on the shoulder, his voice soft, “Lia, come on in your room.”

“Best before that Mark sees her. He’s not like a nice guy,” Ivor whispered to himself.

Lia slowly turned her head, looking at I