Chapter 83. You Look So Shabby

Today is Sunday. Vera got out of bed and looked around, gradually remembering yesterday. She slowly sat up, finding herself extremely dizzy. Gotta eat something!

Fumbling to the living room, the other guy seemed to have gone to work. She was not in the mood to cook breakfast, so she poured a bowl of hot water and added a few breakfast pieces as if reluctantly replenishing her stamina.

Harry Miller must be on his way home. She shook her head vigorously, now that she had no right to think about him.

After eating, Vera left the dirty bowl, not even the spirit of washing dishes.

What time is it now? She looked up at the clock on the wall; it was past 9am. What should be done at this time?

Vera discovered she didn't want to do anything. Before, I thought that time was too short to use, but now it seems all has become unimportant!

She staggered back to her bedroom, picked up her cell phone, and turned it on. What happened has happened, but she stil