101 Days To Be Your Partner
Chapter 68

At exactly 03:00 in the morning, Quin squirmed, grimaced and felt nauseous.

"Ssttt ... uueeekkk ... damn!!!" he got up from his sleep and turned on the lights.

Just contact the act that makes Damar disturbed.

"Quin," heed.

Quin immediately ran towards the bathroom and vomited all of his guts out in the sink.

Feeling that the girl was not okay, she immediately grabbed her blanket following Quin to the bathroom.

"Quin, are you okay?" ask Damar while massaging the nape of the girl. Quin did not answer but continued to spit out all his stomach contents.

A few minutes later he washed his face and gargled and looked weak.

"Why do you drink if you already know the consequences will be like this," said Damar then slip his hair behind his ears.

Quin just glanced at him. "I'll just go back to my room" she said, leaving Damar in the bathroom.

Shortly after being in his room, Quin immediately grabbed a towel and then to the bathroom flushed his body under a warm shower.

After cleaning himself, Quin returned to the room and put on his pajama suit and went down to the pantry to make coffee.

While waiting for his coffee so, he leaned back while massaging his head.

"****! It hurts," he hissed and occasionally closed his eyes. "What time is it?"

Soon Damar approached him and rebuked him.

"The quin? Are you okay?"

Quin directed his gaze towards Damar and gave a small nod.

"So you drink too much?" Damar.

"Hm." He immediately buried his head into the chest of Damar's muscular field. "I'm sorry, it's been troubling you" he hissed and wrapped his hands around Damar's waist.

"No problem, Quin. As long as it's still about you" Damar replied.

"Why?" Quin looked up at him.

"Because I love you" I'm Damar.

Quin smiled as he shook his head and thought that Damar's words were nothing but nonsense.

"Don't joke you, Damar. For me love is bullshit. I don't want to believe in love anymore. I don't know.. I'm more comfortable like this" whispered Quin and then bit his neck in anxiety.

"Sttc ... Quin," ringis Damar and clenched him tightly and buried his lips into the recess of the girl's neck.

"Allow me to make you believe in love again. Why do you still think my expression was just a joke? Quin I really love you, believe me. I still hope you'll repay my love." Damar nodded and looked back at Quin.

"Do you want me to make you some coffee?" quin whispered asked.

"Hmm .. may," Damar replied.

"A little while, yes" she asked and took off her arms.

Damar just nodded then noticed it. I don't know why he's getting heavier taking the girl off.

After a few minutes of waiting, the coffee finally came.

"This is .. for you" said Quin, then gave a cup of coffee and took her to sit in the pantry chair.

While sipping coffee, Quin occasionally massaged his head for dizziness.

"Room,"

"Hm."

"Why defend me when your mom hates me so much?" shrewd Quin. "Honestly, I feel more and more guilty towards your mother" Quin said.

Damar changed his sitting position to face Quin and then looked at him.

"Because mom has gone too far. I don't like my life to be arranged anyway" Damar said.

"The room, however, is still your mom and wants the best for you" Quin replied. "Even if you refuse, at least you can speak well with him do not yell or speak rudely" Quin advised.

"I'll try, Quin. You can see for yourself if your mom is always pushy. Different from papa. Papa always supports whatever I decide," Damar explained.

Quin just glanced at him. "Then until when? I don't think there's any harm in getting married anytime soon. Moreover, you are well established and your age is also fairly mateng," said Quin then chuckled.

"Does that mean you think I'm old, hmm?" his reply felt anxious.

"Ck ..." decreed.

Quin again chuckled at his upset face.

"Quin .. Better to get married late than to choose the wrong partner. Marriage is a sacred thing, once and for all" Damar said.

Quin shook his head to hear Damar's words. He thought that a Casanova player seemed to be able to speak wisely.

"Hmm, the wise word, ok too."

The two seemed to continue the conversation until dawn began to shine. So cool to chat the two did not even realize that it was morning.

After satisfied chatting Quin chose to lie on the sofa lounge, while Damar chose to go to the fitness room.

******

A few hours later ...

Damar who looked just out of the fitness room, was rubbing sweat all over his body with a small towel.

He approached Quin who seemed to be lying with his eyes closed on the sofa in the lounge.

"Good morning" he whispered, then kissed the girl without excuse.

"The room?!" his protest.

Damar just chuckled then sat next to her then looked at her then stroked her cheeks.

"I'll get your clothes ready first" Quin said, slowly sitting himself down.

"If your head still hurts, it doesn't need to be done" Damar said. "Let me. But there's a condition." Damar smiled meaningfully.

With his brows furrowed Quin asked, "What."

"One Kiss," haggled Damar.

Quin immediately chuckled then peeked at her cheek then hugged her in an anxious embrace.

"Not cheeks but lips" whispered Damar.

Quin immediately bit his shoulder in agitation.

"Sttc ... Quin. You're like dracula.

Why do you like to bite?"

"I'm worried about your ridiculous request" he whispered, then buried his face in the recess of Damar's neck.

Silent for a moment but a second later Damar stole a kiss on the girl's lips.

"The room?!" the upset. "Come, you better take a shower. I'll get your office clothes ready first" Quin said.

He got up from the sofa and left Damar still staring at him.

Shortly after being on the walk in closet he chose a black suit, rose brooch and watch as usual. After that he approached the miniature storefront of racing cars and motorcycles neatly lined up in the room.

"Expensive hobby, when can I watch him race?" hiss Quin. "Ck .. better not, it's the same as making heart gymnastics" he continued and came out of the locker room.

Because he still felt his head dizzy, he finally chose to lie in bed while waiting for Damar

After a few minutes, Quin fell asleep. While Damar who just came out of the bathroom directly to the walk in closet.

After putting on a suit, watch and pinning a brooch on the suit Quin had prepared for him, Damar returned to the room and approached Quin.

"Definitely his head still hurts," said Damar while peeling his forehead and then fixing the girl's sleeping position. "Sleep, I'll go to the office, yeah" she said, though Quin couldn't possibly hear it.

After putting on his shoes, Damar then rushed out of the room towards the parking lot of his house.

Shortly after being in the car, he stared at the circular watch on his wrist.

"It's eight o'clock?" his his hiss then turned on his car engine leaving the house to his office.

On the way, Damar seemed to grin.

"Mama's definitely going home" she guessed. "But, ignore it. You see, mama can't go in as freely as before" he continued and chuckled.

Damar can be sure and imagine the annoyed face of the mother when she can not access the smart lock door of her house.

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