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“Yeah,” he answered awkwardly and sat back on the bed. His hand stretched his head. He was feeling awkward and embarrassed, especially after what happened the previous day. He could recollect little by little all that happened.

Izabelle walked to the bedside table and picked up some drugs before pouring water from the jug into the glass cup and handing it over to Marcel.

“Here.” His eyes were on her’s all through as he took the cup and waited for Izabelle to open the drugs and give them to him.

“Take. You have to take them once so that they work effectively, otherwise, I don't know what to say again.”

“This much,” he looked at the drugs in disgust as he said that. Although he was used to taking drugs every time, that doesn't mean that he liked taking them and would take them like it was nothing.

“Yes. I'm sure you have a bad hangover.”

“I do.” He wanted to add that patting his hair and kissing him on his forehead might reduce the pain but he simply restrained himself from saying t