Chapter 7

Liam’s eyes snapped open.

The first look the man gave me seemed to hold bewilderment and urgency.

He stared at me, his gaze intense, across the close distance between us.

Then, even he seemed to freeze for a moment.

For an instant, I even had a fleeting thought that he might have remembered something.

But quickly, the strange emotion in his eyes vanished, replaced by anger and disgust.

He spoke, his words like the sharpest knife:

“I knew you looked familiar. You’re the one who caused that drunken scene last night, aren’t you?”

I suddenly felt an overwhelming panic.

Like some dirty, shameful secret had been caught red-handed.

I fumbled to push him away, but he gripped my wrist tightly.

My explanation was weak and pathetic: “I… I just saw you hadn’t woken up for a long time, and I wanted to wake you.”

I desperately hoped he hadn't heard those last few words I’d spoken.

Liam held my wrist with one hand and reached for his phone with the other.

He clearly had no intention of letting me off the hook.

He opened something on his phone.

He looked at me like I was a criminal.

That scrutinizing gaze, heavy with intense pressure, made my limbs feel numb and cold.

“Coincidentally, before you started your hypnotic therapy on me, I accidentally started a recording on my phone.

“Since that’s your explanation, listening to this recording shouldn’t be a problem, right?”