XYRIL
My brows furrowed. I couldn’t help but wonder...
“John, what did you make her drink?”
“It was just a regular coffee.”
“Did you put something in it?”
“None that I’m aware of. I swear I just gave her what I bought from the coffee shop.”
“Interesting…”
I touched my lips with my pointing finger, moving it as I speak. “I had no idea coffee has this kind of side effect on people.”
After getting through my TV show guesting this morning, my staff and I immediately went back to the dressing room. We were about to enter the room when the slightly opened door enabled us to see Bonnie dancing to the beat of one of my popular songs.
From what I could remember, I left her in a normal state earlier. And now it looked like she has a screw loose or something.
“Should I tell her to stop—”
