Love Starts After We Break Up
Chapter 825

David was pushed against the wall, his thin lips still stained with the woman's delicate lipstick.

He was breathing heavily, his eyes full of lust as he stared blankly at Summer in the bathroom, who was throwing up furiously.

She just cried, didn't she?

And she threw up!

Was she that averse to his closeness?

Summer finally felt better after throwing up.

She went to the sink and unscrewed the faucet, rinsed her mouth with cold water, and only then did she think of David outside.

With a pang of apprehension, I wonder if David will think of anything.

When I came to the door, I saw David staring at himself, his eyes tinged with a trace of scarlet, and his expression looked like he was suffering from a love wound.

"Summer, are you particularly repulsed by my kissing you?"

David moved his lips and asked the question with difficulty.

Summer was stunned, looking at the tiny reflection of himself in David's eyes, his heart crossed with a trace of pain.

He thought she threw up because she resented him kissing her?

Then consider her revolting.

Summer slightly lowered her eyes, hiding the hurt under her eyes, and said to her assistant, "He's drunk, I'll have someone send you back."

The assistant held David's body and hurriedly responded.

David watched as Summer crossed him to leave and reached out to pull her away.

"Summer, don't go away, talk to me and make it clear!"

Summer ducked nimbly to the side, "There's nothing to say, it's what you think."

Long term pain is better than short term pain.

Maybe if he said that, he should die.

David's eyes were misty and he just felt his head dizzy with dizziness.

The assistant was reassuring and dragged him to the car Summer had prepared for them, and finally sent David back to the hotel.

David's alcohol got the better of him and he fell asleep in the car.

Back at the hotel, the assistant and the driver helped him into the room left and right.

David is still not awake.

The assistant took off his clothes for him and settled him on the bed.

Fearing that he might wake up in the middle of the night, the assistant didn't go back to her room, but settled for the night on the couch. David drank too much wine and didn't wake up all night.

I didn't wake up in a daze until the next day.

He rubbed his swollen temples and squinted at the sunlight coming in through the curtains.

Thoughts are still a little dazed, and slowly, memories of last night come flooding back.

He remembers meeting Summer.

He also remembers sparring with his love interest.

Then, he kissed Summer.

And then......

David's brow furrowed and he sat up from the bed with a splitting headache.

It must be his misremembering.

How could Summer possibly vomit in reaction to him kissing her!

He must have had too much to drink and then had this dream because he was hurt by Summer's nonchalant attitude toward him.

And dreams are the opposite.

Summer must have liked herself.

Thinking about it, David rejoiced a little and lifted the covers and got out of bed.

The assistant on the sofa opened his eyes at the sound of movement.

Seeing that David was awake, he yawned and sat up.

"David, you're awake."

"Well, I'm going to go wash up, I guess I have to shoot today."

David was a little impatient to get to that vineyard.

Maybe we can meet Summer again.

The assistant looked at his joyful expression and wanted to say something.

Why is David so expressive?

Yesterday was a very hurtful day.

Does he not remember?

This is good.

"How did I get back yesterday? Did I do anything to Summer?"

David put on his robe and got ready to go wash up.

The assistant glanced at him and said tentatively, "David, you don't remember anything?"

"I seem to remember kissing Summer, and she wasn't mad, was she?"

David didn't know why he was asking his assistant about it.

Probably because there is still a little bit of uneasiness in the heart.

The scene seemed like a dream, although he thought he was dreaming, but whether or not he was dreaming?