Chapter 837

Chapter 837:

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"Interesting. Last night I left all my clothes at your house. "I'm going to pick her up," declared Erick, clearly upset.

Elin felt a wave of anxiety. "Are you at my house?"

Raegan couldn't hear the noises from inside the car, but judging by Elin's expressions, curiosity was overwhelming her as she pieced things together. Elin and Erick together? Since when? How had he not noticed?

But once doubt sets in, even the smallest details seem to hint that it wasn't entirely unexpected.

But if Elin and Erick were really together, considering Erick's personality and his father's behavior, things would probably be difficult for Elin.

Raegan let out a soft sigh, and her mind wandered to Nicole, who also had a difficult love life. Why did the love lives of the three of them have to be so complicated?

Raegan decided to talk to Elin one day to understand her feelings.

If Erick and Elin were together and Elin had thought it through, Raegan would show her support.

Inside the car.

Elin realized that Erick was in her apartment and bit her lip, trying to maintain her composure. “Did you pick my lock?”

Erick was lying on the couch, stretching his legs. "Why would I have to pick the lock to get in?"

“How did you get in, then?”

«A drunk gave me the password last night.

Elin felt her ears grow hot. She was the “drunk” he was talking about. She wanted to slap herself. Why had he given up the password just because he had had a few drinks? He decided to change the password as soon as he got home.

Elin tried to calm her nerves. "You can't barge into my house just like that."

Erick responded bluntly: "I came to pick up some clothes."

Elin, stunned by his impudence, counterattacked: "Are you telling me you've lost your clothes?"

"Yeah".

Elin was speechless.

"Elin, why have you stopped calling me 'Mr. Foster'?" Eric inquired.

Elin remained silent, her wild behavior from the night before flooding her mind, making her cheeks redden.

«Last night in bed, you called me “Mr. Foster” 58 times. You started screaming, and the rest was tears,” Erick mocked, his voice soft and mocking through the phone. "Your voice was truly captivating."

Elin, on the verge of stuttering and clearly nervous, protested, "Stop it."

Although she had been drunk, the memories had not been completely lost. Now, as Erick reminded her, the image of him from the night before, towering over her, sweat dripping onto her from his toned body, came flooding back. It was wild…

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