I Raised You, So What If I Sleep on Your Bed

The drunk man had not answered her question. Instead, he staggered to her bed and laid down.

Kathleen furrowed her brows as he reeked of alcohol. "Young Master, are you drunk? This is my room!"

John was the drunk man who just walked into her room in the middle of the night.

He looked at the girl's bright eyes in the murky darkness and noticed the anger flashing past her eyes. 

He lifted his brows and said condescendingly, "What? I can't sleep in your room?"

He reached out to grab her chin, and a vague smile played on his face. "I raised you, so what if I sleep on your bed?"

Kathleen remained silent as she could not think of a point to rebut him.

"Enough, stop talking and sleep!" John wrapped his arms around Kathleen as they laid on the bed together.

Kathleen tried to break free from his embrace, but he tightened his hold.

She could not move and was forced to lie on the bed with bated breath.