Chapter 16: Lingerie
The following morning, Patricia woke up with a pounding migraine that made her feel like her head might explode if she didn’t get something to ease it soon.
With her hands on her head and her eyes shut tight, she slowly made her way out of bed and stumbled out of the room. Taking cautious steps toward the kitchen, she relied on her senses to guide her until she bumped into a wall and let out a sharp scream, rubbing her forehead.
"Stupid! Why would you drink that much?" She cursed herself, taking a deep breath before continuing her unsteady walk. Soon, a sweet aroma wafted through the air, bringing a smile to her face because it meant she was close to the kitchen.
Following the scent, she finally arrived and slowly opened her eyes, ready to thank Maria for making her favorite hangover soup. Surprisingly, it was indeed her favorite, the very one Zara used to make for her every time she had a hangover. But how did Maria know?
With her eyes fully open now, she looked around for Maria but what she saw made her heart skip a beat.
Roman?!
Why was he the one standing there? And not only that, he was wearing an apron and stirring the pot himself.
"You forget how to speak?" He asked without looking up, his tone more mocking than questioning.
Patricia quickly straightened up. "Good morning. I came to make myself a hangover soup... I didn’t know you would be using the kitchen... downstairs." Her voice trailed off, and she quickly looked away, not wanting to sound like she was questioning him in his own house. Still, he was the one who had given her access to everything downstairs. Didn’t that give her some right to wonder why he kept coming down here to cook?