Chapter 351
She kept shifting her gaze, marveling internally, “Holy moly, is this spectacle free of charge?” Then she’d sneak another glance, thinking, “Might as well look if it’s all for free. It’s like a bonus!” She even found herself thinking, “Go on, strip away. Then put it all back on just to strip again p>
He had a certain grace about him when undressing, making her think that watching him dress must be just as pleasing.
Her head was spinning like a carousel, one moment gazing out the window, the next fixated on Tarquin Bradford, her cheeks blazing red.
It wasn’t until Tarquin unbuckled his belt, revealing navy boxer briefs, that she spun around and dashed outside.
Bursting into the bathroom, she stared at her blushing reflection, taking deep breaths!
What a night of tempting thoughts!
She slapped her cheeks gently, exhaling long breaths into the mirror, comforting herself with thoughts like,
“It’s not weird; it’s natural to appreciate beauty. It’s not like I’m paying for it. He didn’t notice, so no harm done p>
Why stress about it if it’s free?
Calm down, no need to panic!
“Just consider those extra glances as my tip for the night’s efforts. He’s not at a loss p>
Elysia Thorne managed to console herself. After all, for a frugal person, anything free felt like striking gold.
She washed her face and went on a hunt for something to sober up with, settling for making a cup of tea in lieu of finding any hangover cure. Unable to find an opened pack, she fetched a new one from the cupboard, brewing it fresh.
The aroma of the tea filled the air, tempting her.
She couldn’t resist pouring herself a small cup to taste, immediately sighing, “This tea is divine p>
Inspecting the newly opened tea cake, she realized it was a well-aged Pu’erh, beautifully packaged but without a brand name, making it impossible to purchase.
With a hint of regret, Elysia sipped her small cup of tea before taking the rest back to Tarquin’s bedroom, also grabbing a cup of yogurt from the fridge.
Alcohol can make one thirsty, and the tea would help, while the yogurt could cool down any heat.
Inside, the bedroom was dimly lit.
Tarquin had turned off the main lights, leaving only a bedside lamp on.
What surprised Elysia was that the clothes that should have been scattered on the floor were neatly hung on a rack!
There were suits, shirts, trousers, with ties and belts orderly placed in a box, and dirty socks tossed into a laundry basket.
Elysia was taken aback. Was this guy not drunk at all, or did he have a thing for cleanliness?
If you’d say he wasn’t drunk, he could barely walk straight, stumbling around all evening!
But if you’d say he was drunk, how did he manage to tidy up his clothes?
Not just a neat freak, this guy must have OCD!
Even in drunkenness, he wouldn’t allow his room to be messy!
That’s actually a plus!
Elysia placed the tea on the nightstand, giving him a glance.
Tarquin lay on his back, a silk duvet covering up to his chest, arms exposed, hands crossed over.
He was sleeping so properly!
But his brows were furrowed, and his features tense, clearly still in discomfort.
Elysia thought about waking him for the yogurt, but before she could get close, he nearly knocked it out of her hands!
She stepped back, exclaiming, “What the heck, I brought you yogurt p>
“Get out!” His eyes remained closed, his voice harsh.
Get out p>
“Ungrateful much? Have it your way then! Suffer if you like p>
Elysia muttered, placing the yogurt on the nightstand, turning to leave him be.
“Cough, cough, ugh Tarquin suddenly coughed, looking like he might vomit.
Elysia quickly returned, placing a trash bin by the bed for him, instructing, “Here’s the bin. If you need to throw up, use it. Mess the floor, and you’ll have me to answer to p>
The last thing she needed was to clean up that mess!