Derick opened his eyes and found himself in one of Arthur’s rooms. He cleaned his eyes and got out of bed, heading out of the room.
He could hardly lift his legs without his head hurting. He dragged his feet to Arthur’s room and knocked on the door.
“Arthur?” He called out, and almost immediately, the door opened, showing Arthur who was busy wearing his shirt.
“You’re up…” Arthur muttered, walking away from the door. Derick walked into the room, letting out a loud yawn.
“About yesterday. Thank you. I just had to…”
“You didn’t have to, man. Don’t give flimsy excuses.”
“Carter left because of my parents again. Two days before the proposal I already planned. I have tried to reach him since then, but his number isn’t reachable. I’m so broken!” Derick muttered, lying flat on his bed
