She opened her eyes and saw Mike's face. What happened last night suddenly came to mind.

"Avery, it's almost nine o'clock. Why are you still sleeping?" Mike walked to the window and opened the curtains, "I bought you breakfast."

"How could you walk into my room without knocking on the door?" Avery got out of bed immediately and walked toward the closet.

"I was afraid that something had happened to you because you are usually not this late." Mike sat by the window, and his eyes fell on her. "Actually, I didn't want to disturb you, but Chad wanted me to find out what was going on."

Avery went to the bathroom to change her clothes, washed her face, and came out.

"How much alcohol did you drink last night?" She looked at him coldly.

"I didn't drink much, just... a bottle!" Mike felt guilty when she looked at him. "What's the matter? Do I still smell of alcohol? I took a shower."

He smelled his clothes, muttering, "I don't smell anything!"

"Did you tell Chad last nig