Becoming A Tech Tycoon Begins With Regression novel Chapter 54

Chapter 54: Hang Over

The afternoon sun spilled light into the living room through the open windows, revealing a human outline under the blankets on the couch.

Lillian groaned as the light hit her face, which was the only part of her body that wasn’t covered, forcing her to move beneath the blanket.

Her head was pounding with every movement she made and she immediately regretted her choices the previous night.

She turned over and buried her face into a pillow, but the sting in her temples refused to go away.

"...Ughhh," she mumbled, slowly pushing herself into a sitting position. Her blanket slipped off her shoulders, revealing her crumpled clothes from the night before.

She blinked blearily, taking in her surroundings. She was in her apartment... on the couch... and there was a half-empty bottle of water sitting on the center table with a sticky note on it.

She leaned forward and read the neat handwriting:

"Drink this when you wake up. –Ethan."

And just like that, everything that happened the previous night came rushing in.

Her face immediately turned beet red.

"Oh my god," she muttered, covering her face with both hands as mortification flooded her.

She remembered what she said. How close they got and worst of all, how she tried to kiss him.

"Kill me now," she said as she lay back down, pulling the blanket up to cover her face.

Lillian didn’t remember exactly how much wine she had drunk the previous night, but she was sure it was a whole lot.

After all, she was a bit nervous about drinking with Ethan, so what was the best solution?

Drink until she couldn’t anymore.... Yeah, that was a bad idea.

At this point she wondered how she’d face him ever again. Maybe she’d avoid him? No, that wouldn’t work, after all, she worked for him.

Pulling her out of her thoughts was the sound of a microwave beeping, which, thanks to her hangover, was annoyingly loud.

But that’s when another thought crossed her mind, was Ethan still around? Was he the one in the kitchen?

Luckily, and maybe a bit disappointing, the one who walked out of the kitchen with a bowl in hand was Aria.

"You’re awake," Aria said as her eyes locked on Lillian on the couch, there was a teasing smirk at the corner of her mouth. "About time. I was starting to worry I’d have to feed you through a straw."

Lillian groaned and threw the blanket back over her head. "Don’t talk to me. I’m dead. I died. This is my ghost."

Aria laughed. "Your ghost has terrible hair, by the way."

"Please."

"I’m just saying," Aria said, walking over and plopping down on the armrest near Lillian’s feet, "now get up, have some soup and spill what happened after I left, and I mean everything."

Lillian peeked out from under the blanket just enough to glare at her before saying, "I use my right to remain silent."

"Denied," Aria chirped, blowing on a spoonful of soup. "I made this hangover soup for a reason. Well, heated it, but same difference. Now eat and talk."

Reluctantly, Lillian sat up again, taking the bowl Aria offered. The warm scent of chicken and ginger wafted up to her, and her stomach grumbled in appreciation, even as her head protested any kind of movement.

"You’re evil," Lillian mumbled, accepting the spoon and slowly blow on the soup as her final act of defiance but Aria saw right through it.

"And you’re stalling."

Lillian gave her another half-hearted glare as she took a cautious sip. Her brows immediately raised in surprise as she looked at Aria, "who made this?"

Aria had a smug smile on before answering, "would you believe me if I said I did?"

"No," Lillian answered.

Aria’s cooking skills left a lot to be desired. It’d be a miracle if she entered and exited a kitchen without burning it down so there was no way Lillian would believe that she made this delicious bowl of hangover soup.

"Fine, I didn’t," Aria said with a pout, "I ordered it from a newly open Vietnamese place," Aria finished, scooping some noodles, she had prepared for herself, into her mouth with zero shame. "Figured you’d wake up feeling like a corpse."

Lillian didn’t respond at first. She was too busy downing the next few spoonfuls, both because the soup was helping with her headache and because she was embarrassed talking about it.

Aria waited a full ten seconds before breaking the silence. "So. You and Ethan."

Lillian paused mid-spoonful, groaned and dropped her head onto the armrest beside her. "Why are you like this?"

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