A Stay-at-home Dad's Restaurant In An Alternate World Chapter 1403

Chapter 1403: Jerk!

“Who am I? Where am I? This floor… why is it so familiar???”

Camilla opened her eyes with a spinning head. She looked around her in a daze before her gaze landed on the floor, and she felt a sudden familiarity.

Then, last night's memories began to flood Camillia's mind like a tide. She, who couldn't sleep, came to the restaurant to drink with Mag. Irina was present, so she ended up drinking with Irina.

“Drinking…” Camilla patted her drowsy head lightly. The hangover was indeed uncomfortable. She usually only had a small gla.s.s of red wine as a nightcap, but she seemed to have drunk many mugs of beer yesterday.

“Wait a sec… Did I do anything weird when I was drunk?” Camilla began to widen her eyes slowly. She seemed to have eaten gra.s.s?!

The young and tender lettuce leaf wrapped over the freshly roasted beef cubes…

Oh my heavens!

As a vampire aristocrat, she had actually eaten gra.s.s! Moreover, she asked to eat it herself!

Camilla wanted to burrow into the ground to escape from her embarra.s.sment. This was really humiliating to her status!

She was going to lose face if this got out.

However, why did this floor still look so familiar?

Camilla's gaze was fixed on the floor again, and she suddenly realized she couldn't remember a single thing after she was drunk last night. Perhaps this was what the humans called blacking out. Then… then… she could vaguely remember that she was being carried.

“Could it be the Boss?!” Camilla's expression tensed up, and she looked under the blanket. Her clothes were all in place. Apart from being wrinkled as they were slept in, there weren't any signs of being undone and torn apart.

“Ha. He really couldn't get it up.” Camilla felt a relief. However, she felt an inexplicable sense of disappointment at the same time too.

She already recalled why the floor was so familiar—she had spent a night on this floor before. In the same position, in the same angle, and on the same floor.

“A**hole. How dare he let me, a countess, sleep on the floor again?!” Camilla sat up angrily. Just as she wanted to unleash her fury on Mag in the bed, she came into contact with two pairs of bright blue eyes.

“You're awake, Big Sister Camilla,” Amy, who was crouching on the bed, smilingly said to Camilla.

“You slept rather well on the floor too.” Irina leaned against the head of the bed lazily with a smile on her face.

Camilla was dazed for a while before she instinctively asked, “Then, why could you lie on his bed?!”

“Because those who are good-looking get to lie on the bed,” Irina replied with a smile.

“Then why am I lying on the floor?” Camilla asked perplexedly before she suddenly realized something, and her expression changed slightly. She said through clenched teeth, “That fellow actually thought I should be sleeping on the floor with my looks!”

“However, Big Sister Camilla, why are you sleeping on our room's floor again?” Amy was confused.

“Hmm?” Irina and Camilla looked at Amy simultaneously.

Camilla got a little panicked. She didn't want to reminisce… that particular night.

A hint of danger appeared in Irina's gaze. “Again” meant this wasn't the first time. It seemed like such a late-night date wasn't the first, and it had already proceeded to the bedroom.

Knock, knock.

There was a knocking on the door, and Mag's voice appeared on the other side. “Are you all awake? It's time for breakfast.”

“Ah, I suddenly feel so hungry. Let's go have breakfast.” Camilla got up from the floor agilely. She pulled down her skirt that had ridden up and strode to the door.

Why is she feeling guilty? Irina narrowed her eyes in curiosity.

Camilla opened the door, and saw Mag standing at the door. She glared at him before walking past him and stomped at his foot.

Mag removed his foot in time and stared at Camilla's back in confusion. Did this woman get up on the wrong side of the bed? He simply came to get them down for breakfast.

As soon as Mag turned around, a pillow landed right on his face.

He removed the pillow from his face, and Irina was standing right in front of him. She asked him with a weird smile, “How many times have you done it?”

Amy popped her head out, and solemnly said, “Leniency to those who confess, severity to those who resist.”

Darn it. Mag panicked. He didn't expect trouble would come looking for him so soon. He thought he'd made an excellent arrangement, but never expected it would backfire. The previous incident of Camilla staying over must have gotten out of the bag.

“Twice. She was drunk previously, and I let her sleep on the floor too,” Mag confessed. Anyway, he didn't do anything wrong, so his conscience was clear.

Irina stared into Mag's eyes for a while before keeping away the folding chair in her hands. After stretching, she asked, “What are we having for breakfast?”

Mag's eyes roved over Irina's curves under her pajamas, and he heaved a breath of relief. Leniency was indeed given to him who confessed. Smiling, he said, “As long as I know how to make it, I will make whatever you like to eat for you.”

Irina curled her lips. After thinking for a while, she said, “One helping of sweet tofu pudding, one helping of Yangzhou fried rice, one bowl of soybean milk with one piece of youtiao.”

“I would like to have whatever she is having.” Amy raised her hand.

“Alright. You two go and wash up first.” Mag nodded before going downstairs.

Mag walked to the kitchen's entrance, and he saw Camilla holding a gla.s.s of water as she pondered life with her hair down.

“Are you still alright?” Mag asked. Listening to her experience of being forced to marry twice made him a little sympathetic to this countess who had a tough exterior.

Camilla suddenly looked up at Mag when she heard him, and nervously asked, “What should we do now? Irina knows that we have slept together.”

“???” Mag.

“No way. When did we ever sleep together? You have to take responsibility for your words, Miss. You cannot smear my clean reputation like this.” Mag's eyes twitched. Why was she scaring him like this so early in the morning?

Camilla also realized there was a problem with her phrasing. She quickly waved her hands. “No… I meant she knew that we have slept in the same room before. I am a chaste vampire, alright.”

“And I am a chaste man.” Mag rolled his eyes as he was astonished at this girl's train of thoughts. He reached out to press down on her quivering shoulders and gazed into her eyes. “Remember, nothing happened between us. You only spent a night on the floor. Hence, if you keep quiet and she keeps quiet, n.o.body will ever know about it.”

Camilla looked at Mag while she calmed gradually. Then, she angrily said, “Jerk!”

“Huh?” Mag looked at Camilla with a confused look. Why was he a jerk when it was the floor that spent the night with her?