ANABEL'S POV
I let out a small sigh before shifting my posture. “Yeah? And I’m meant to believe that?” I asked, crossing my arms.
At this point, I wasn’t even trying to hide my disbelief anymore. Everything coming out of their mouths sounded ridiculous.
“You’re in no position to be asking these questions, Anabel. You still haven’t explained yourself,” Miles said.
“Look, I went to a lounge with Chloe. I got drunk and blacked out, and he helped me. He was probably the only reasonable person in that lounge. Most people would’ve just left me there because they didn’t know me,” I said.
That was literally what happened.
“So what? You think he’s some gentleman because he helped you? And hold on, if he helped you, then you slept at his place?” Miles asked. His expression immediately darkened
