Remember Me, Baby.
You Jealous?

When he opened his eyes, the first thing Cecille saw was a ceiling that felt unfamiliar. The golden light that pierced through the window glass made him know that it was morning. He moved his head slowly, but the dizziness made him hiss and frown deeply. Now his whole body hurts. It hurt so much that he didn't dare to move. Her lips were dry and poignant, her knees were sore, her arms were sore, her stomach was like being sliced and sprinkled with salt. It was so torturous.

The girl tried to collect the memory pieces that hit her head with a hole. He got drunk, threw up in the bathroom, then ... Bryn ....

Cecille's body moved uneasily. It felt like the smell of that bastard was still lingering on his body. The tongue and hands that were swaying his body insolently. Later ....

“Available?”

Cecille snorted when he heard the familiar voice coming from the right side. He tried to get up, but only made his eyes dark. Finally he could only close his eyes and mumbled slowly.

After all the effects of alcohol used up and managed to remember the events last night made Cecille increasingly dare not open his eyes and look at Hansel's face. He held his breath as a large, warm palm stuck to his forehead, making his body stiffen in nervousness.

“Her temperature is down.”

The sound of footsteps moved away, and then came closer. Soon, the large, warm palm again crept under his neck and supported him firmly. A pillow is tucked behind the back, making it able to lean comfortably.

“Still dizzy no? Which is uncomfortable?”

With his eyes closed, the smell of a masculine man caught his nose more clearly, tickled and made him feel ..?comfortable?

No. gabe. It's freaky. Not likely. This must be his hallucination. The obnoxious man .. the annoying man who had already saved him .. again ....

Cecille opened his eyes slowly. The face of the man before him looked worried. A natural, non-artificial expression.

“This is where?” ask slowly, then coughed because the throat felt very dry.

Hansel hurriedly thrust out the water-filled glass in his hand and helped Cecille to drink.

After Cecil pushed the glass away from his face, Hansel just replied, “In my room. Top floor Berlyn’s Club.”

“Oh ...”

“Look, I took you through the freight elevator, no one saw except the manager of the member registration section.”

“Oh ...”

Cecille was still a little dazed. He tried to dig back his memory, but all came to a halt as the pooled shadow of blood made his stomach nauseous. He could not remember anything after that.

“How are you doing?” ask Hansel, “Where does it hurt?”

“What is he dead?” Cecille asked back.

Highlight Hansel's soft eyes turning cold. He gritted his teeth and replied, “After everything he did, are you still worried about him? Thinking about whether he lived or died?”

“I don't want you to go to jail if he gets to die.”

“Oh ...”

Hansel shut up for a moment. He had thought Cecille was asking because he was worried about Bryan who had been beaten to death. Who would have thought that the girl was worried about him. Immediately a thin smile appeared on his face.

“He is not dead. I've asked the manager to lock her up in my VIP room, wait for your parents to come. It's up to how they handle it later.”

Cage a dying person in a VIP room? This guy is totally crazy ....

“This is the second time I've helped you. If there is a third time, you have to compensate me,” Hansel's tease when he sees the girl in front of him being dumbfounded.

“I'll ask my parents to pay you. Name the name.”

“Do you think I'm short of money?”

Cecille has no energy to serve it, so can only sigh slowly, “Do whatever you want if you have to help me again later. Where's my bag? I have to contact my parents.”

“I wasn't forced to help you,” Hansel refuted before walking to the chair and picking up a grey bag, “Luck was still there when I asked the waiter to check it on the toilet.”

“Thank you.”

“I'll get you breakfast? There's porridge and pancakes. Which one do you want?” haggar Hiro's.

“Don't be too good to me, later your lover misunderstand.”

Hansel's steps came to a halt, his eyebrows clinging to his forehead. A lover? As he remembers it is not .. oh, lover ....

The man's eyes suddenly shone, the curvature of his lips almost invisible, but the smile reached the bottom of his heart.

“You're jealous?” he asked without turning his body, not wanting to give Cecille a chance to catch a sly wet grin on his face.

Cecille sneered and replied, “Heh. Of jealousy? Your confidence is too high. I just don't want to ruin your relationship.”

Hansel took a tray of warm porridge and milk, then handed it to Cecille while asking, “Why do you pay so much attention to whether my relationship will be broken or not, but so persistent want to snatch a man who already has a wife?”

That poignant question made Cecille's heart sink. His face looked stiff and sour. Had it not been for Hansel to have helped him twice, he would have ripped the man's mouth off with his own hands. Very sharp and sassy mouth.

The girl looked at Hansel with an unmasked look of hostility as she replied, “That's because I love her, not you. I don't care if you want to sleep with any woman or—“

“Really? Then why did you drink last night like a stupid girl and almost got bullied by your crazy secret admirer?”

“That's because ... because .. you're annoying! You piss me off! I ... I–aduh!” Cecille closed his eyes. His ears were ringing and his head was spinning.

“Already, don't get angry. Call your parents to pick you up here and take care of the bastard down there. Fear if it's too late, he's dead.”

This rascal is really .. what is it that do not get angry? You're the one who pissed me off, damn it!

Cecille checked the contents of his bag. Breathing a sigh of relief when he realized everything was still as it was, nothing was lost or broken. The girl called the Marquess' phone number and told her everything briefly, leaving the old man almost unconscious from a heart attack.

“You wait there, don't worry, no one will care even if that bastard dies today. Dare to run away from prison and want to hurt my daughter again. This time I won't let go!”

His father's voice echoing from the mobile phone made Cecille able to breathe a little sigh of relief. He pulled off the phone and put his phone back in the bag. It was then that he realized that his clothes had been replaced with a silk nightgown that did not open, but the piece still displayed the curves of his body very clearly.

The girl looked up and looked at Hansel's shirt which had also changed its model and color.

Nah!

Did I sleep with him last night?

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