Chapter 92. Plan

Belle's POV

I woke up inside an unfamiliar room. My head was hurting as hell, but I still managed to sit up on the bed and roamed my eyes around just to see my clothes neatly placed on a chair. That brought me back to what happened last night.

I went to a bar and got drunk with Ian. And since we were both drunk, that's right. Something happened between the two of us. I still can't believe I let that happen. I shouldn't have let myself be that drunk.

"You're such an idiot, Belle!" I was pulling my hair when the bathroom door went open.

Ian stepped out of that wearing a black bathrobe. I immediately averted my gaze from him and pulled the blanket to cover my shoulders.

"You're finally awake. By the way, may now take your bath so we could have breakfast already. I asked someone to buy a new dress for you, so you don't have to worry about what to wear."

Why is he talking to me as if nothing happened last night?

Then, I suddenly realized I still had wor