Chapter 774

Bonian stirred the next morning.

A blanket was draped over him. Was Jayde the one who’d taken care of him?

He sat up, then saw Emmie on the floor.

“You’re up? You were so trashed last night, you passed out cold. Took everything to get you home. Tried waking you for hangover soup, but you were gone,” Emmie said, awake now.

She tidied the living room, then brought throat-soothing soup from the kitchen. “You’re probably sober, so skip the hangover stuff. Drink this—it’s good for your throat.”

“Don’t need to fuss,” Bonian said, setting the bowl on the coffee table, untouched.