Revenge Of The Cannon Fodder Villainess

Chapter 147 - A Date? (6)

The next morning, Valentina woke up with a pounding headache. To put it politely, she was hungover. Pushing down her nausea, she lay back down on the bed and wanted to go back to sleep to let the system effect do its job, but then she sat up in a rush.

This wasn't her room at the Grayson house.

And this definitely wasn't her bed.

She looked around at the room's minimalistic design and the bright sunlight shining through the window.

From the highrise buildings she could see, she guessed she was in an apartment or a hotel room.

All she remembered was chatting and drinking with rio, getting into the taxi since her phone was dead, and then..... nothing.

A quick glance at her clothes showed that she was still wearing what she wore last night. The only thing that was removed from her were her shoes, her jacket, and one sock.

"Uhhhh, I feel so grubby." She grumbled as she slowly stood up while cradling her head.

As she scrubbed the sleep from her eyes, she could smell the delicious scent of something sweet.

Opening the door and walking out, she was greeted by a minimalistic yet modern apartment. All the furniture was in tones of white and natural wood, while several plants were tastefully placed around. To her right was a simple modern kitchen with a large island, and a man stood over the stove.

"You're up early. Hungry?" Rio glanced at her before concentrating on flipping the omelet in the pan. He was dressed only in checkered pajama pants that hung low on his waist, highlighting his slim yet muscular physique and allowing her to see several tattoos he had on his ribs, back, and upper arm. Seeing his damp hair and towel hanging around his neck, she assumed that he had just showered.

"I am. Go and put on a shirt. I don't want to see you half-naked. You look scandalous." She replied grumpily as she dragged herself to take a seat on the island, placing her head on her arms.

"Somebody is grumpy in the mornings. And why should I? I'm in my own home. And you're one to talk. Have you seen yourself?" Rio snorted just as rudely while intentionally looking her up and down.

"What about me?"

"There's a mirror by the door. Go take a look and come back. And button up your shirt; you're the one who looks scandalous." He instructed before turning back to the pan.

Shooting him a glare that he didn't see, she trudged to the mirror and took a look at herself.

Her hair was a curly mess, falling every which way in a thick mass. Her white shirt was unbuttoned and untucked, exposing the simple sports bra she had on while her skirt had risen up her waist up a tad bit.

With her single sock on, and wrinkled clothes, she looked as if she had a fun night of drinking and had fallen asleep in her clothes.

What part of this was scandalous?

"Prude!" she yelled at him before slipping on some house slippers by the door.

Holding her aching head, she trudged back to the kitchen and sat down, holding her head.

"Bad hangover, huh?" Rio asked sympathetically.

"I don't know how you're moving around. Also, there's nothing wrong with my outfit. You're the one literally walking around half-naked. Hurry up with the food, please." Valentina sulked as she glared at him.

As he heard her words, Rio stared at her incredulously. Did she not realize how she looked? Bedhead, half-lidded eyes, half-revealing clothing, and indolent pout as she stared at him expectantly, resting her head on her slender arms. It was a scene that could come out from any movie about a night together between two people of the opposite sex.