In the afternoon, as soon as she opened her eyes, Chantel heard the familiar voice.

"You are finally awake.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

“Gifford... sounded sexy to his ears at that moment.

Her voice was hoarse, and it

Ignoring her shy expression, he looked at his watch and said, “You've slept for six hours and seven minutes. And I've been waiting for you to wake up for six hours and seven minutes too. Now, tell me!

Chantel shrank back into the quilt.

“What are you talking about?" When she turned around, she felt a stabbing pain. ‘Ouch, that hurt...’

“Tell the truth and you will receive a Lighter punishment! So, I advise you to spill everything!" When he looked at her, Gifford couldn't help but think of what had happened Last night. He coughed to cover up his fantasies.

Chantel had planned to Leave as soon as she had succeeded in sleeping with him. But she had fallen asleep as soon as they stopped making love. She couldn't have left either way because Gifford hadn't slept all night.

Now that she had to face him, she had no choice but to deny her involvement in the crime. It was time to put her acting skill to good use. She feigned innocence and said, "I'm confused too. Didn't you investigate the matter?"

‘The surveillance video has been deleted. How else can I investigate this?' Gifford thought helplessly.

Gifford sat down on the edge of the bed, and pulled down her quilt a little. Ignoring Chantel's uneasy expression, he threatened, “If you don't tell me the truth, I'LL take you back to the military base and interrogate you the way I interrogate spies!"

Chantel shivered. But Erica trusted her to keep quiet, so she gritted her teeth and refused to divulge their secret.

“I know nothing,

Gifford. How can you do this to me? I am the one who suffered losses here after going through this kind of thing. Yet, you are doubting me.

This is too much!"

"This kind of thing? What kind of thing? What happened between us?" he asked coldly.

Chantel's eyes widened. ‘He is not going to take responsibility for it?' She couldn't believe it, and was about to say something. But she changed her mind. It didn't matter even if he didn't take responsibility for taking her first time.

“Forget it. Please turn around. I need to go and take a shower.”

Gifford didn't move. He smirked, "Do you think it's really necessary for me to turn around? I saw every inch of your body Last night."

Her face turned red. To escape from his sharp questioning, she quickly sat up from the bed, and stood up naked in front of him.

But as soon as she was on her feet, her knees gave away weakly and she fell to the floor.

Gifford didn't move. He pretended not to care that she had embarrassed herself in front of him. He didn't even bother to help her up.

Under his burning gaze, she picked up the bathrobe on the floor and put it on.