"Yeah," Yulia nodded. "I saw you were asleep, so I told Mr. Marlowe you were already asleep. He said he knew, and that you had just fallen asleep."
Winnie's eyes widened to the point of being unable to get any bigger. She vaguely caught on to a possibility, her face turned pale, then flushed again. "I—I—I didn't snore, did I?"
Yulia finally saved her this time. "No, but you had a lot of red leaves in your hair. I took a picture and posted it on i********:. Mr. Marlowe saw it."
"How do you know he saw it?"
Yulia said seriously, "He liked it."
Winnie moaned and buried her face in the blanket, not saying a word, just pounding the bed.
"I've told you before—your alcohol tolerance isn't great, so it's better to drink less. I didn't expect you'd actually have the nerve to find him after dr
