Chapter 1032: Your Affection is Drugging Me at My Birthday Party

Before the break of dawn, Trenton Smith stirred from a deep and groggy slumber.

Luminous morning light barely showed outside the window, suggesting it was about five or six o'clock. A small gap in the beige velvet curtains with white fringe allowed sunlight to seep through—an understated, dimly transparent kale green.

His body felt heavy, his arms almost too leaden to lift, and waves of headache pulsed through his head.

He lay in bed, gauging the sensations in his body as he waited for his senses to gather. Only then did he register the delicate warmth nestled at his side.

Propping his head up, Trenton wearily sat up in bed, his loose black bathrobe slipping down. He realized he wasn't wearing a stitch of clothing. With closed eyes, he reached out and flipped over the woman curled up in the blanket beside him.