As Harris's voice fell, Nadia's face instantly turned as red as a boiled shrimp, burning hot from head to toe.
She... She had ended up in bed with Harris again and apparently spent the entire night resting on his chest!
"Harris, I..."
Nadia stammered, flustered, hurriedly pulling the covers up to her chest, her face full of embarrassment.
Last night, while drunk, she had no inhibitions—boldly showing herself, even flirting with Harris. But now, fully sober, she was like a shy rabbit trying to hide, a sight that made Harris chuckle softly.
"Alright, go take a shower. I've had new clothes sent over, and the ones from yesterday are off for dry cleaning," Harris said, this time behaving like a gentleman. He turned his back and casually began adjusting his own clothing.
Nadia darted into
