‘What’s the meaning of this rubbish?’ The corners of his mouth twitched in irritation.

“Whooooo are-you?” The drunk girl narrowed her eyes at him.

Shawn scoffed at this.

Who was he? In his house??? He found it hard to believe his ears.

He lowered his upper body and hunched over the girl in such a way that his head came to the same level as hers. He looked sternly into her eyes in an imposing manner.

He didn’t give a fuck why she was drinking this late at night—it was not his business—but this was his house. Plus, who gave her the permission to touch his belongings? Why did she...