Chapter 87

SOPHIE WESLEY

I found Knox in his study in the morning, passed out on the sofa with an empty bottle of alcohol and a glass beside him.

He was still wearing the clothes from yesterday.

I stared at him, my throat closing as memories of last night replayed in my head again.

Gosh! Those bastards. They annoy me so damn much.

I exhaled, then walked over to him and carefully put away the bottle and wine glass before gently tapping him.

His eyes snapped open immediately, staring up at me lazily for just a second, before he shut them back and groaned, rubbing his temple.

He sat up,...