Chapter <b>435 </b>


    The delicate feel of N’s skin against Damon’s hand darkened his gaze.


    N’s eyes were closed. Under the soft light above her, her curledshes cast shadows on her cheeks, like a butterfly poised to take flight.


    Damon gazed at her serene, sleeping face, his eyes filled with affection and tenderness.


    He wasn’t going to give up that easily. Even if she pushed him away a thousand times, he would keep trying until she was ready to start over with him.


    A server approached with their dishes, surprised to see N asleep. “Sir, should we bring the food out now, or…”


    “There’s no need. Just bring me the bill,” Damon replied.


    The server hesitated for a moment but quickly nodded. “Alright. I’ll get that for your


    right away.”


    After settling the bill, Damon gently picked up N and left the restaurant.


    When N woke up again, she found herself in a bedroom. She sat up abruptly, eyes, wide in shock. Only after noticing she was wearing pajamas did she finally rx.


    Wasn’t she having dinner with Damon? How did she end up there? Was it all just a


    dream?


    She quickly grabbed her phone and saw the date: the 14th. She had invited Damon to dinner the night before, meaningst night hadn’t been a dream after all.


    It was just that she had no memory of what had happened after a few sses of wine.


    Hurriedly, she went downstairs and saw Vrie sitting on the couch, flipping through some documents. She rushed over to ask, “Vrie, how did I get backst night?”


    Vrie looked up at her with a teasing smile. “You don’t remember?”


    “Uh… Was I drunkst night?” N asked cautiously.


    “Not just drunk…” Vrie exaggerated, clearly amused by N’s confusion. “You actually threw up on Damon. He was the one who brought you back and told me to


    take good care of you.


    “What?!” N eximed, incredulous. “I threw up on him? I was drunk?”


    She frowned. She used to be able to handle two bottles of red wine–how could she get drunk after just half a bottlest night?


    Seeing N’s distress, Vrie chuckled. “Just kidding. You fell asleep after getting drunk. I changed you into pajamas. But why did you get drunk at your own dinner with Damon?”


    N sighed in relief. At least she hadn’t vomited on Damon.


    “I don’t know,” she muttered. “I used to handle two bottles of red wine without any issue, butst night, after just half a bottle, I lost consciousness so quickly.”


    Vrie eyed her knowingly despite N’s confusion. “Did you mix up the winebels? They have simr names, but the alcohol content varies by several degrees.<b>” </b>


    N had never paid much attention to winebels when drinking with friends. She usually remembered only the beginning of the names.


    Last night, when the server rmended a wine, she instinctively thought it was the same as the one she had had before.


    “Maybe…” she murmured.


    Thinking about how she had gotten drunk in front of Damon, when she had nned to treat him, N felt a headache forming. She wished she had avoided drinking altogether.


    Seeing her frustration, Vrie couldn’t resist teasing, “You have no idea how carefully Damon hahdled you when he brought you back. I tried to help, but he insisted on carrying you to your room before he left.”


    N was speechless. If there were a pillow nearby, she would have dly thrown herself into it. RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only


    “Vrie, I still feel a bit dizzy. I’m going to head upstairs,” she said hastily.


    She quickly turned and fled to her bedroom, hoping Vrie wouldn’t continue tough at her.


    Once inside, she closed the door, leaned against it for a moment, and then picked up her phone to call Damon.