Bab 113: Kink for the PR head

''Claire!'' Elvina's jaws dropped as she glanced at the woman who was sleeping on the long carpet like a heartbroken lover. 

Why heartbroken lover? 

Because Elvina could see the trail of black from the corner of her eyes which meant that her not-so-tough sister definitely cried and it smudged her mascara.

After all, it would not rain in her living room, would it? At least, it won't rain right near the corner of her eyes.

''Claire,'' she kicked the woman. 

''Get lost, Livy. Let me sleep my heart out,'' Claire rolled to the other side on the carpet as if it was a rose bed. 

''People weep their hearts out, by the way," What in the world was sleep their heart out? 

''Been there, done that. It did not work okay? So, I'd rather sleep," she grumbled. 

''What exactly happened?"

''Go to hell or I will go tell your husband that you are lusting after him,'' Claire mumbled not so kindly.