Chapter 213 What Happened Last Night
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Nolan’s kiss was forceful, like he was holding something back. “Don’t mention that man in front of me ever again.”
The next morning, Eliza opened her eyes to sunlight peeking into the room. She stretched lazily, but froze the moment she realized she was still in a camisole and jeans.
Wait–what was going on?
Last night, wasn’t she drinking at a bar? How did she wake up… in Nolan’s house?
Her brows furrowed in confusion. Nolan’s place?
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Then it all came back to her in fragments: Nolan had carried her home. She had undressed in front of
him. And then–she had cradled his face and rambled on about her past life.
The memories hit her like a tidal wave.
She’d really said all that? To Nolan?
And even worse–she cried? Over all the things she swore she didn’t care about anymore?
“No, no, no,” Eliza muttered, cradling her head. “This has to be a dream. A nightmare.”
Her fingers brushed over her lips.
What else happened?
She remembered… Nolan kissed her. Then what?
Her mind went blank. Not now! Not at the most crucial moment!
The sound pulled her out of her thoughts.
“Come… come in,” she stammered, trying to compose herself.
Nolan stepped in, holding a bowl of steaming chicken soup. “You drank too much last night. Drink this- it’ll help.”
Eliza’s mind was spinning. All she could remember was that kiss. She’d pulled him close, maybe kissed him back. Had they…?
No. No way. Nolan wouldn’t have done that.
Still–she had kissed him. And touched him. She wanted to melt into the floor.
“What is it?” Nolan’s voice was calm, like nothing had happened.
“Uh… I was just starving. You always know what I need.” She quickly got up, only to notice her jeans were
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And her camisole? Way too skimpy. A sudden draft sent a chill up her chest, and she instinctively covered
herself.
Oh no–had she tried to strip last night? She definitely remembered unzipping something.
Nolan must’ve seen everything.
She wanted to die.
“Eliza?”
To hide her embarrassment, she feigned a hangover. “I waited for you at the bar forever. When did you show up?”
Nolan’s eyes darkened slightly. “You don’t remember?”
“Not really. I drank too much. Everything’s a blur.”
She sat on the couch and patted the spot next to her. “Come sit and drink soup with me. Thanks for taking me home. Who knows what could’ve happened otherwise.”
She forced a smile, pretending nothing had happened. Nolan’s expression dimmed again.
“You really don’t remember anything?” he asked.
“Nope.” She smiled awkwardly.
Nolan didn’t move. Instead, he looked straight at her. “Then maybe I should help you remember.”
Eliza’s heart skipped a beat.
He leaned in, his hand cupping the back of her neck, forcing her to look him in the eye. Their faces were inches apart. She could hear his breath.
Panic surged in her chest.
She instinctively tried to push him away, afraid he might hear how loud her heart was pounding.
But Nolan caught her wrist.
“W–What are you doing?” she asked, flustered.
Eliza had always been a little slow in this department. In her previous life, she’d only ever been with Zayden. Even that relationship skipped straight to marriage, skipping the courtship altogether.
Zayden never treated her like this.
Nolan’s gaze drifted between her nose and lips. His voice was low, hoarse. “I’m finishing what we didn’t finish last night.”
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“Nolan–calm down! I was drunk last night…”
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