Bella lowered her gaze, pulling her hand away from his palm, wiping away her tears, and said, "Damian, thank you for comforting me."
"Do you really need to be so polite with me?" Damian Sinclair frowned. "I'm not comforting you; I just want you to know that no matter what happens, you have me."
Bella looked up at him, dazed.
"Didn't you remember anything I told you yesterday afternoon?" Damian's face looked a bit displeased.
Recalling what happened yesterday afternoon made Bella blush awkwardly.
She averted her eyes and said softly, "I... I was drunk and don't remember anything."
Damian chuckled, "Ms. Acker..." He was honestly at a loss for words.
He drank a lot yesterday too, but he remembered everything that happened. He remembered what he said to her and what she said to him.
He was prepared to face it all, but then she turned around and said she was drunk and forgot everything.
