Noticing the gaze on her, Windsor suddenly realized the attention, her cheeks quickly flushing a deep red as she nervously pulled the blanket tighter around herself.
"You p*****t, get out!" Winsor angrily opened the door, pointing outside, looking as if she had been deeply humiliated.
William snapped back to reality, giving a wry laugh. Of course, Winsor only let her guard down when she was drunk.
He lowered his gaze, his thoughts wandered.
They said a drunk mind speaks a sober heart, so what was Windsor hiding now, and why wouldn't she face him?
William sat up in bed, lazily leaning against the headboard, and remarked with a smirk, "This is my house. If anyone should leave, it should be you."
Winsor was momentarily stunned, her anger giving way to reason.
Right, she was here to tak
