My Crippled Ex-Husband Is An Emperor

Prison

Eisha woke up to a strange environment. She couldn’t remember coming to her last night. In fact, most of her memories from the night were blurry. The stench of cigarettes hit her and she panicked.

Did she follow a stranger home last night? How come she couldn’t remember any of it? Did they have sex? She quickly checked underneath the blankets and relief washed through her on discovering that her clothes were still intact.

She got off the bed, navigating through the smoky room in an attempt to find out who she went home with.

The further she got, the more familiar the apartment became.

“Hello?” She called. “Anyone home?” The lack of response terrified her.

The place looked like a gang hideout and those were the last set of people she wanted to mess with.

Until she came upon the large man sprawled on the couch and she immediately recognized him.

“Roy?”

He opened his eyes tiredly and stretched lazily.

“You are awake, thank goodness,” he got off the couch, towering her immediately.