After Vanessa got back to her hotel, she immediately fell into a deep slumber.
She had planned to accompany Jun at the airport, but it was already past seven in the morning when she woke up. Her phone was ringing on her bedside table, and Vanessa sleepily pressed it against her ear.
"Hello?"
"Wifey!" Xander's voice was full of worry. "You OK?"
Since he didn't bother to explain, she thought that he was referring to her raspy voice.
"Oh, I'm fine. I'm not sick. I just got drunk last night..."
Xander wanted to ask her if she was still feeling hurt from her fiancé's betrayal, but her words took away everything that was on his mind.
"Wifey! You got...drunk?"
He was aghast. She was in Canada, a different place where she didn't know anyone. What if someone wanted to take advantage of her?
