Chapter 091

Alexander

My eyes fluttered open, grogginess clinging to my mind. The events of the previous night flooded back.

Charlie and Amelia.

I rubbed my temples, trying to ward off the impending headache.

Sarah's gentle voice broke the silence. "Morning, Alexander. How are you feeling?"

I turned to face her. "I'm fine," I lied.

Sarah's sceptical gaze told me she didn't believe me.

We were in her living room, the soft couch enveloping me. I vaguely remembered Henry bringing me here last night. I had insisted on not going to my mansion.

My gaze fell upon the scattered empty bottles of whiskey. "Did I drink much?" I asked, my throat dry.

Sarah nodded. "Enough to knock you out."

I sat up, running my hands through my hair. "How did your engagement party go?" I asked.

"You mean after you almost killed Charlie? It was great," she continued, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "We drank and danced in your name."

I winced, shame creeping up my neck. "Sorry I ruined your night," I said, genuine regret in