My beloved Young Miss

22. Memory Evelyn 1

It was ten in the morning when Evelyn was awakened by the sound of her phone ringing. He opened his eyes slowly, but immediately closed them back as he felt glare by the light coming into his room through the curtain slit.

Evelyn reopened her eyes after getting used to it.

"My head, it hurts a lot." Evelyn sighed as she felt an unbearable pain in her head.

The girl seemed to raise her hand to massage her forehead slowly, hoping that the pain that attacked her head could be reduced. Evelyn was sure, judging from her current condition, it was certain that she must have been drunk last night.

"I must've had too much to drink last night" Evelyn muttered as she shook her head tired.

"Huek," Evelyn covered her mouth with a palm. "I'm sick and my stomach feels bad."

Realizing her condition was not okay, Evelyn made a point of herself. Wasn't the last time he was determined to stop drinking. But what was this, he instead let himself get drunk heavily again. All this he did because Ziva invited him. Evelyn shook her head while sighing. If it was anyone else, Evelyn would not be willing to drink much.

The girl then circulated her gaze to the surrounding area and furrowed her brows, feeling astonished when she realized that this was her own room.

"I'm home?" mumbling wonder.

Of course Evelyn was astonished.

At first he thought that he woke up in a hotel room or maybe on the street. Just think about it, how did he get home in such a drunken state?

Let alone to make it home safely, driving properly he certainly will not be able to. So how can he go home and get up comfortably in his bed?

While enduring the pain in her head, Evelyn moved to sit herself on the edge of the bed. Evelyn poured the water on the bedside nightstand into a glass and drank it.

Still feeling a little dizzy, Evelyn chose to back up her forehead and closed both her eyes. He exhaled slowly, trying to shake off the fatigue that was engulfing his heart and mind.

"Who brought me home last night? Why don't I remember?" inner Evelyn..

Evelyn. What the fuck. Sekacau what he was until who had brought him home he did not remember.

Is Ziva his best friend who brought him home? But that's definitely not possible. Ziva mana might be able to lift his body. Evelyn shook her head. Nope. Definitely not Ziva. Well, then, who? Is Ziva's lover helping bring her home?

"It could be, right?" Evelyn murmured.

Evelyn straightened back the white water in the glass she was holding when suddenly a picture of what happened last night appeared in her head. A shadow that made Evelyn shocked to herself.

It was a shadow in the moment he pulled and kissed a foreign youth with his 'greedy.

"Uhuk! Uhuk!" Evelyn choked on her own drinking water after remembering the brash attitude she had done last night.

In a busy condition, he must have done something silly again by kissing someone without knowing who he is.

"What am I doing? Kissing a stranger? I must be crazy!ng.

Evelyn tried to sharpen her memory, finding out about what happened last night. He frowned more and more, continuing to try hard to remember what really happened.

While twisting her body, Evelyn's eyes seemed to look into the surrounding area, looking for someone. Maybe he brought someone to his house, just like he had done during a vacation in Bali at that time. Fortunately, there was no one in the room.

Evelyn then glanced down, staring at the clothes she was wearing at the moment. It's obviously still the same dress she wore last night.

But wait a minute! Whatisthis? Why is he wearing a jacket? Whose jacket is she wearing right now?

Evelyn furrowed her eyebrows again. He's getting more confused now. Evelyn took off the jacket and looked at him. How could he wear this foreign outfit. Whose is this? And wait! The wang... Evelyn could smell the scent left on the jacket.

"Who is the owner of this jacket. Why is this so scented. Does this smell like the owner's body?" he murmured while again inhaling the fragrance from the jacket.

But in the next second, Evelyn hurriedly shook her head when she realized the ridiculous thing she had just done.

"What am I doing?" evelyn was astonished at herself. "I shouldn't have done this. I should've found out who owned this jacket, not admired it like this."

Evelyn stared at the jacket.

"Whoever owns this jacket, it could be someone I kissed haphazardly last night. I'll find out about this." Evelyn said again as she threw the jacket over the bed next to her.

Evelyn decides to take care of the jacket again later because now she has to take care of herself first. He needs to clean up his appearance that he can guess must look very chaotic.

Evelyn slowly tried to move from her position, getting out of bed, then carefully walked towards the bathroom to refresh her body.

Moments after she finished cleaning herself, Evelyn sat down and pegged herself in front of her makeup mirror. While drying her hair with a towel, Evelyn stared at the reflection of herself with a look of wonder.

To be honest Evelyn was still curious as to how she got home? Is it really Ziva who has helped him get to this house? But how could the strong girl take him alone.

"Has Ziva helped his lover to take me home? If it's true, should I say thank you to her." Evelyn murmured.

Evelyn sighed softly, for some reason she could not remember anything at this moment. However, the next second Evelyn flicked her activities to dry her hair.

"Should I ask Ziva myself?" Evelyn murmured. But he quickly shook his head. "This isn't even an important thing to ask Ziva."

Evelyn then turned her head, staring back at the jacket that was still on top of her bed.

And suddenly Evelyn realized that it was definitely not the jacket of Ziva's lover. As he remembered Ziva's lover had never even used such a model jacket. Can it still be said that it belonged to Ziva's lover? Seems not.

Then, does the jacket belong to someone he had kissed carelessly last night?

Evelyn gave up on all her curiosity. He then looked for his bag which turned out to be on the nightstand. He doesn't even know where he last put his phone. Lazily he then set foot towards the nightstand to reach for his bag.

Evelyn opened the bag and grabbed her phone. And as soon as he opened his phone, there were so many messages coming from friends from his social group who wanted to take him shopping.

"Ah, I'm too lazy to leave" he said lazily and then threw his phone next to his pillow. "I'm not going shopping today."

Evelyn decided to put an end to her thoughts and prepared to walk out of her room towards the sports hall that was near the back garden of her home. He must exercise so that his body does not feel weak.

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