#Chapter 87

Harrison's forehead was wrinkled when he woke up with nothing on his body except the boxers he was wearing. He quickly got up and looked around, full of dread. He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that he was in the room that belonged to him and Lorelei.

Thanks God...

He stood up from sitting on the bed and rubbed his head as if it was being torn apart by the pain.

"Argh! I hate hangovers!" He groaned.

Harrison was about to walk to the bathroom when he saw a post-it note on the side table, and next to it were two Advils and a glass of water.

He picked up the post-it-note and read what was written there. It was a woman's handwriting, and he confirmed it when he read what was written there.

—Dear Hubby,

Here's an Advil for your headache.