A Healer’s Journey

Chapter 195 You Really Misunderstood

Finnegan escorted Lindsey home.

No sooner had they stepped through the door than Lindsey, in his arms, vomited again. The pungent smell of alcohol not only covered her but also splashed all over Finnegan.

The smell hit him so hard that Finnegan couldn’t help but retch.

“Do women always lose their dignity like this when they’re drunk?” With a sigh, Finnegan gently placed Lindsey on the ground.

Then, he headed into the bathroom to clean up, washing his clothes and pants as well. When he returned, Lindsey had vomited all over herself again, looking utterly disheveled.

Finnegan was considering changing her clothes and giving her a bath.

However, when he got close, he hesitated, thinking it might be inappropriate.

Lindsey’s b*dy held no secrets for him. He had seen it all, the parts he should and shouldn’t have. Knowing that Lindsey liked him, Finnegan felt it necessary to keep some distance between them. However, just then, Lindsey started vomiting again, looking utterly disheveled.

I definitely can’t let her continue like this. Finnegan exhaled. “Never mind. I’ll just leave the evidence.”

Finnegan took out his phone and started recording. Then, he carried Lindsey into the bathroom to clean her up. After that, he carried her out and laid her on the bed.

He took out the golden needles again, and in a flash, jabbed them into her b*dy.

Most of the alcohol Lindsey had consumed was already absorbed. At that moment, the best thing to do was to ensure she wouldn’t wake up with a hangover the next morning.

After finishing, Finnegan pulled the blanket over her. Only then did he feel a sigh of relief. “I almost couldn’t hold back!”

With a sigh, Finnegan walked to the window and dialed Alisha’s number. “You should go home first. I won’t be able to leave tonight.” My clothes and pants are covered in vomit, and I guess they won’t be dry until tomorrow morning after washing.

Alisha was feeling a bit miffed. “You jerk. My figure is better than hers. How shameless of you to choose her over me. Is it because she’s more fun when she’s drunk? I can do that for you, too!”

The edge of Finnegan’s mouth twitched fiercely. “D*mn it, what’s with the lewd words? Hurry up and go back to rest!”

After saying that, Finnegan hung up the phone. “This vixen’s words are too provocative!”

The following morning, sunlight streamed through the window, landing squarely on Lindsey’s face.

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her eyes, yet she seemed somewhat bewildered. How did I end

night, feeling heartbroken, and had drunk a lot. However, everything that happened afterward was a complete blur to

felt

and pulled back the blanket, only to find herself completely

leaving her completely stunned. Did someone take advantage of me last night because I drank too much? I even

welled up in an

years, she had remained chaste, intending to save herself for her

by the hum of the exhaust fan. Lindsey held back her tears, biting her l*p firmly. I’d like to see who took

she didn’t bother with clothes or

man in the kitchen, wearing

person was Finnegan, her resentment and anxiety instantly vanished. She even felt a touch of secret delight. Was it him last

her l*p, Lindsey

senses

his eyes. Why isn’t she wearing anything? Doesn’t she know early morning

already thrown herself into his arms, holding him tightly. “Why are you so bad? Does this count

a pair of shorts because his clothes hadn’t

Lindsey was barely wearing

were stiff, and for a moment, he didn’t know whether to push Lindsey away or just let it

Lindsey must

I should be the

the discomfort. “Ms. Lindsey, you’ve misunderstood. Could you let go of me

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with resentment. “Then why did you look up?”

possibly stay calm when you’re holding them like this? Finnegan quickly used his strength to push Lindsey away, swiftly leaving the kitchen and heading toward

Finnegan couldn’t care less about his clothes

softly. “I’d like to see how you

to her room and sl*pped into a thin nightgown

Finnegan was at a loss for

in her nightgown than she did

out his phone and opened the video he had recorded last night. Then, he handed it to Lindsey. “You really misunderstood. I didn’t do anything last night. You