Bertha Swift messed around with Adam Piers for a whole night, only to be woken up early the next day by a call from Kelly.
Confused and drowsy, Bertha Swift held the phone and listened to Kelly's voice from the other side, feeling a sense of disorientation as if it were from another world. It took her a while to finally make out the words about her schedule for the day.
"Ah!" Bertha Swift gave a small scream, sat up abruptly, and then fell back down, rubbing her sore waist and struggling to get up. Then she saw a tall man walk out of the bathroom.
She was slightly stunned, "You're still here?"
"For a bit longer. Why not sleep some more?" Adam Piers asked softly, looking at Bertha Swift's sleepy appearance.
"I have a magazine shoot this morning." Bertha Swift said, getting up again, her voice filled with endless regret. So much happened yesterday that she completely forgot about today's magazine shoot.
