Boss, Your Wife's Asking For A Divorce, Again

Chapter 660 Passed Out Cold

Upon hearing Tom’s voice from down the hallway, Sonia immediately walked out of the bedroom and headed in the direction of the study.

She came to a stop at the doorway, and Tom gestured into the study as he said grimly, “President Fuller is in there, Miss Reed.”

Sonia muttered something in acknowledgment, then poked her head into the room, only to see Toby sitting slumped on the ground with his back against the desk. His head was lowered, hiding the expression on his face, and she couldn’t tell if he was asleep or passed out.

She pursed her lips and walked over to him warily, then saw how he looked up close.

The shirt he wore was wrinkled, and his necktie hung loosely around the collar. There were even pinkish and yellowish stains on his white shirt that became evidence of his rough night of drinking. She noted gravely how even his hair was mussed, and at that moment, he looked as miserable and unkempt as a weathered vagabond.

Sonia felt her heart twist at the sight of him. In two long strides, she came to a stop next to him and was immediately assaulted by the pungent scent of alcohol that wafted off him; it pricked her nose and brought tears to her eyes in record time.

Frowning, she resisted the urge to turn away from the overpowering scent, then crouched down to help Toby onto his feet.

As of now, his eyes were tightly shut, and his brows furrowed. He looked to have fallen into an uneasy sleep and had detached himself from the rest of the world.

Sonia patted his face lightly, calling out frantically, “Toby? Hey, wake up!” However, there was no response from him, and if she hadn’t put a finger under his nose to make sure he was breathing, she would have thought he had died in his sleep.

Behind her, Tom was assessing Toby’s condition. Having seen the latter’s lack of response, he pointed out, “President Fuller is most likely wasted.”

Sonia hummed. “Probably. It’s no surprise, given the amount of alcohol he consumed. I guess it’s fortunate that the wine he took wasn’t too strong. Otherwise, we might have lost him!”

She grew furious and unsettled as she thought about the bottles she had seen scattered around the living room. While she was worried about how his body was going to purge that much alcohol, she was also outraged by how he had taken all that wine without first considering his own health.

pumped at the hospital to save his life. Old Mrs. Fuller confiscated his entire liquor collection after that, then forbade the cellar to deliver liquor to him ever again. President Fuller probably knew how much of a fright he gave Old Mrs. Fuller, so he never bought hard liquor again, settling

I see,” Sonia said quietly with a

“But…”

allowed Toby to rest his head on her shoulder,

today, hoping that the alcohol would be enough to numb him. There was a

self-harming tendencies weren’t there at the beginning?” she asked, gazing down at the man

only started after Old Mrs. Fuller stopped

Brown, could you please check and see if there are any wounds on him that

course.” Having replied, Tom immediately

of Toby’s mussed hair as much as she could, then straightened up. She walked out the door and headed into the kitchen, leaving Tom

no wounds on Toby’s body, Tom heaved him up from the floor and helped

we are. I guess President Fuller just couldn’t take the sadness and the grief anymore, and the wine actually caused his body to go into overdrive. Under normal circumstances, he

Toby’s unmoving figure on the couch, and as she set the tray down, she asked Tom anxiously, “Well, how is he? Did he hurt

and I think it’s because he passed

in relief at this. “Okay, that’s good news, isn’t it? Here, help me

came over

edge of the couch and brought a spoonful of soup to her lips, thereafter blowing on it to cool it off. Then, she passed the spoon

had been sealed shut, for there was no way for her to prod them open with the spoon. At last, the soup spilled over the corner of his mouth, and

him if this goes

bowl. He’s right, I can’t feed Toby like this, but I must. Toby had consumed too much wine, and if she couldn’t feed him the hangover soup to purge

at Tom as a conflicted look flickered in her eyes,