I was skeptical the next morning. I intentionally got out of bed late because I don’t know if I still have the face to show him after what happened last night.
I shut my eyes and groaned at the memory of last night. I literally dug my own grave on that one. I regret going down to get some milk. It didn’t do anything good to me anyway. I still couldn’t sleep. I was literally awake until five in the morning. What I had was just a simple three-hour nap. And I refused to get out of bed until it was already nine in the morning.
I sighed and lazily dragged my feet downstairs when I heard Ambrose’s voice.
“What do you mean they trespassed?” he is practically yelling but in a controlled voice. Even from meters away, I can sense that he’s angry at whoever is speaking to him on the phone. “Wha
