When Yvonne woke up the next day, she found herself alone in her room. If it hadn't been for her throbbing headache from the hangover, she would have thought that the night before had been a dream.

Thanks to the bottle of red wine, she'd had a great night's sleep too. In fact, it was the best sleep she'd had during this time.

She washed up and headed downstairs, greeting everyone with a smile in the dining hall.

Noticing that Yvonne was in a good mood, Jim looked at Stephen meaningfully. "It looks like you took good care of her last night."

"Hmm." Stephen nodded honestly.

Yvonne blushed. She wanted to say something when Stephen added, "She had a bottle of 80-thousand-dollar wine. She should feel better."

Yvonne was speechless. She glared at Stephen. How childish! He was deliberately misleading people!

Jim looked at them both. He found them amusing. He said with a smile, "Alright, come and have breakfast. You'll be meeting a few doctors later."

He continued. "I had a look at Jad