Chapter 3: Strange Buyer
He grabbed his glasses from his bedside table and put them on.
He squinted his eyes and felt a throbbing headache. He couldn't feel his left arm; it was completely numb. Damn, did he lie on this arm the entire sleep? It feels like his blood circulation got cut off.
"I'm not even old, why do I have so many body pains after waking up?" He grumbled. He is very healthy, but for some reason, he felt an overwhelming exhaustion tonight.
He looked at his arm, there seemed to be some red marks on it. It looked like he slept pretty well.
He didn't think much of it. Random marks will normally appeared when you don't move during your sleep.
But he seemed to have dreamed of something? He tried to retrieve those memories from the depths of his mind, but it felt like a fleeting smoke, he couldn't grasp anything.
"Ugh, it's probably not important."
He stood up and slipped on his flip-flops.
Then he opened the door and noticed that the room next to him was fully open, he peeked inside and saw there was a woman sleeping. She wore a white nightgown. Even with the passage of time, she still looked stunning.
The floor was littered with randomly thrown high heels, discarded makeup wipes, and her bag.
Cail frowned the moment he entered the room. The smell of alcohol was overwhelming. Just that alone told Cail his mom was blackout drunk.