Chapter 207 The Unplanned Arrival

• The morning unfolded with Paul nursing a hangover, the aftermath of the previous night's thoughtlessness. As he snored, oblivious to the delicate light filtering through, I observed him. His forged innocence in his sleep was nothing more than a wolf in sheep’s clothing.
• Grateful that I wasn't held responsible for the decision to visit his parents' house, I returned from the bathroom to find Paul awake, patiently waiting for my presence. "Come here," he beckoned.
• Taking deliberate steps toward the bed, I seated myself slowly beside him. He reached for my hand, avoiding direct eye contact, his countenance reflecting the gravity of his thoughts. "Do you hate me?" he inquired, the weight of his question lingering in the air.