Waking up with a hangover, the headache was mandatory. Elise Don sat on the bed for a while, holding her groggy head, before shuffling out in her slippers.
The maid was tidying up in the living room. Seeing Elise Don come out, she quickly said, "Breakfast is ready. Would you like to eat now, or is there something special you'd prefer? I can make it."
Elise Don seemed not to understand and asked, what time it was now.
"One in the afternoon."
It was no wonder she didn't see Oliver Bloom at home, having slept till this hour.
Elise Don had thought that after buying herself drunk and coming home yesterday, she would wake up and have a big fight with Oliver Bloom. But he didn't even give her that chance.
After all, in Oliver Bloom's eyes, whatever she did now was just unreasonable trouble making.
Arguing?
Mr. Bloom was so busy; why would he waste time on her?
Elise Don chuckled coldly and told the maid to serve whatever was already made.
