The next day at noon. Inside a hotel.
Sandra opened her eyes, waking with her whole body aching.
She stared at the white ceiling, reacting after a few seconds.
She realized that she was lying in a hotel room, her pupils contracting.
Vague memories of what happened last night were also starting to come back to her.
She had gotten drunk. She had been stopped.
And in the end... it seemed like it was Sinclair who came to rescue her.
They had even had a heartfelt conversation.
A glint of surprise flashed in Sandra's eyes. With a nervous heart, she slowly turned over.
The streamline upper body and handsome face of the man came into her view.
There was a slight resemblance to Sinclair between his eyebrows and eyes, but it obviously wasn't him.
Did she spend the night with a man whose identity she didn't know?! Sandra widened her eyes, her face full of panic and disbelief.
"Barf-!" With a jolt, she sat up on the bed and gave Tyler a hard kick.
