It was almost nine in the morning the next day when Isabella woke up and she hurriedly looked at the time only to remember that it was Sunday. She took a deep breath and sighed deeply. But remembering the things which happened the previous day all her relief disappeared. She knew that Alex had dropped her at her door last night and left only after she had locked her door from inside. She couldn’t remember how she dragged her feet to her room and changed her clothes.

“Why do I need to drink so much when I can’t handle its effect?” She grumbled. “And that Adam Black had the guts...