Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn)
Chapter 106

Chapter

106

I looked up at him, making sure he wasn't mad before I answered, "I came with Liam. I wasn't feeling great and just wanted to drink."

Worried he might get angry, I quickly wrapped my arms around his neck and nuzzled his cheek like a little kitten. "Don't be mad."

The next morning, I woke up with a pounding headache. When I opened my eyes, I realized it was dark around me-definitely not my dorm. I rubbed my temples and was just getting up when the door to the room opened.

I looked over and saw Ethan walking in. I frowned instinctively. "What are you doing here?"

It was only then that I realized I was in Ethan's apartment.

He changed his shoes at the door and said, "You were drunk last night."

As he spoke, he set down the things he was carrying and unpacked them. "How are you feeling? I bought you some soup to help with the hangover."

Wait. Wasn't I with Liam last night? I remembered us drinking more than a bottle of red wine, and then I was lying on the couch, counting stars. Liam even cried. But after that...

The headache was getting worse, so I tapped my head lightly, trying to jog my memory.

Nothing.

Ethan smiled at me. "Baby, do you need me to coax you into drinking some hangover soup? Come on, have a little something, and the headache will go away."

The nickname hit me like a sledgehammer, and my face instantly flushed with heat.

I was about to snap at him when suddenly, fragments of last night came rushing back-him holding me close, whispering into my ear, "Be good, baby, tell me how much you drank."

The words I was about to say stuck in my throat. Then I remembered more-how I'd snuggled up to him like a little kitten, begging him not to be angry.

As I stood there, I felt a wave of embarrassment wash over me. If there had been a hole to crawl into, I would've jumped in without hesitation.

I would never drink again. What a disaster!

I tried to keep my expression neutral, acting as if everything was perfectly fine. "About last night..."

Those embarrassing things weren't entirely my fault. I was sure he provoked me on purpose. After a brief silence, I found my confidence. "Thanks for taking care of me last night while I was drunk, but I have class today, so I'll be heading out now." With that, I quickly made my exit. Once I was out of Ethan's apartment, I could finally breathe a little easier. I raised my hand to flag down a cab when my phone started ringing.

It was Liam.

As soon as I picked up, his voice, stuffy from a cold, came through the line. "You're terrible! You just left me there! Do you even know I slept on the floor all night? I woke up with a cold this morning!

"I drank with you! And you abandoned me! Abandoned me! How could you?" Liam was fuming on the other end, his nonstop complaining making my already aching head feel even worse. "Can you stop shouting for a second?"

"You left me all alone, and now I'm sick, yet you're yelling at me like it's my fault-so unfair!" Liam whined, leaning into his dramatic side. He was all woe-is-me, and it was driving me up the wall. "Okay, okay, stop," I interrupted quickly. "Where are you? I'll come get you."