The assistant heard noises and immediately came to knock on the bedroom door.


    La opened the door, and her assistant said, "Ms. Tate, how are you feeling? Are you hungry? What do you feel like eating? Here, have some water." She opened a bottle of water and handed it to La. La gulped down the water.


    "Ms. Tate, you shouldn''t drink vodka ever again. It''s too strong, and it''s not for us. Do you remember what happenedst night?" asked her assistant.


    La finished half the bottle of water and felt her stomach rumbling.


    "Is there food around here? I''m starving." La stepped out of the bedroom and searched for the menu for room service.


    "I bought oatmeal for you this morning, Ms. Tate. Let me check if it''s gone cold." The assistant handed her the menu and went to check the oatmeal. "It''s still warm."


    "I will have some oatmeal first, then!" La walked over to the table and started eating.


    As soon as the soreness in her stomach faded, La suddenly remembered what her assistant asked her.


    "What happenedst night?" she asked in confusion.


    Her assistant could not decide whether tough or cry. "Why don''t I bring your phone over so that you can see for yourself, Ms. Tate?" she said before walking into the bedroom to retrieve La''s phone. "Why should I check my phone?" La took another bite of the oatmeal, still feeling lightheaded.


    "I''m not drinking vodka ever again," she thought. "It was excruciating when I was drinking and it was even worse afterward."


    "Ms. Tate, look at who you called." The assistant handed her the phone.


    La grabbed the phone and unlocked it to find Eric''s name at the very top of the contact history.


    She instantly froze.


    The contact history showed that the call was made the night before andsted for five minutes.


    She flushed and turned to her assistant. "What did I say to himst night? Did I say something weird?"


    The assistant suppressed her


    La fell silent as she regretted drinking.


    Indeed, she had been nning to meet with Eric to inform him that she wanted to cut all ties with him, but she had not prepared herself.


    It took determination to stop being


    friends with Eric, yet she had called Eric when she was drunk, and she would be forced to say something by the time he arrived since he was traveling eighteen hours to see her.


    "Whatever!" she thought to herself. "It''s fate, I guess. The gods have made the choice for me to end things with Eric right now!"RêAdt??St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only


    "Ms. Tate, Eric is so nice to you! You


    were drunk and told him toe to Cambrode, and he agreed without hesitation. I would have at least called the next morning to double-confirm at the very least. Cambrode is way too far!" La''s assistant said.


    La paled and muttered, "I won''t be friends with him anymore."


    "Why not? I thought you liked him."


    "It''s because I can''t be with him. If we can''t be together, it''s best to not contact each other again," La said.