Obviously, Eloise had overheard their conversation just now.

She hesitated for a while, then stammered, ‘m sorry... About last night in the tent..."

Bryce's expression changed abruptly, and he snapped, “Get lost."

He pushed Eloise away and left without a backward glance.

Eloise, fraught with sorrow, burst into tears immediately.

The night before, she and Bryce had played drinking games in the tent, eventually drinking more than intended.

At some point, she caught a whiff of a familiar fragrance reminiscent of Mitchel's cologne.

In a haze, Eloise reached out and clung to the person next to her.

From what she could recall, she seemed to lean in for a kiss.

Beyond that, her memory was a blur.

When others woke her up in the middle of the night, she found herself sharing the same tent with Bryce.

As she stirred, she absentmindedly touched her lips, unsure if she had kissed Bryce.

Ugh! If she kissed Bryce, that would be a major loss for her!

It was her first kiss, and she couldn't even remember how it felt.

How did this happen?

No way! It couldn't be true!

Moreover, Bryce disliked her. Well, the feeling was mutual. Eloise was lost in a whirlwind of thoughts.

Meanwhile, Raegan passed out after getting hooked up to an IV.

The fever and intense stress knocked her out for the entire night.

Even in her sleep, she felt a bit uneasy, waking up with beads of cold sweat on her forehead.