Chapter 903

Zayne stood, the ache in his bones having him suck in a cold breath.

Folding his sleeves, he found his forearm littered with bruises and a long scratch, most likely from someone’s fingernail.

Zayne stared suspiciously at Josephine. “Did you take it out of me when I was drunk?”

Josephine was a little guilty. “Don’t accuse me of something I didn’t do. You were the one who went into the bar and got beaten up by the boss for mooching. I was the good person who brought you back.”

“What about this scratch, then?” Zayne’s gaze fell on Josephine’s long nails.

Josephine stared at the long scratch with a secretive glance. She had no idea whether the shocking wound was left behind when she hit him last night, or when he rolled vigorously around the bed.

“I may have accidentally scratched you when I dragged you back,” Josephine said.

Zayne scratched the back of his head. “You dragged me back? Why don’t I remember anything?”

“You were wasted.”

Remembering why he went to the bar to