Chapter 177. What Are You Thinking About?

June POV

It takes me an hour and thirty minutes to walk to Hermes’s VIP room, not because it’s far, but because I’m standing still close to the door.

I pray he’s asleep. My chest tightens at the thought of facing him awake—I still don’t know how to answer the questions I know he’s going to ask.

He remembers the one-night stand. That changes everything. But… did he love that version of me, or some other version? My stomach twists.

I sigh, glaring at the bodyguards who immediately fix me with their serious looks as I stand in front of the door.

“Can’t I just go check on him?” I snap, crossing my arms, irritated.

The bigger one doesn’t speak. He just steps aside, giving me passage.

Rolling my eyes, I step inside.

He’s sleeping. A wave of relief rushes through me. I move closer, laying gently on the bed beside his, watching his chest rise and fall in slow, steady breaths.

My heart aches. I remember his face when Ted told him h