Shane became clear-headed at once and shoved her away.

Natalie sprawled on the seat and threw up furiously. Even her clothes were stained.

Within seconds, the pungent smells of the strong alcohol and her vomit filled the car, and that turned Shane off.

The veins on the sides of his forehead popped out. Holding back the urge to throw her out of the car, he rolled down the windows with a sullen face.

A few minutes later, the chilly night air replaced the stench in the car. His expression softened, but he still felt terribly annoyed, and it got worse when he saw that Natalie had fallen into a deep slumber. Even his head was throbbing now.

Soon, they arrived at the condominium.

With a grumpy face, Shane got out of the car and picked Natalie up.

As Silas saw the vomit on the back seat, he held back a sense of repulsion and pointed at the woman. “Mr. Shane, did Ms. Smith throw up?”

Shane hummed curtly. “Hail a cab home yourself.”

“Are you staying here tonight, Mr. Shane?”

into the building

at his back, Silas shook his head with a

all even when Ms. Smith pukes all

the front of her condominium,

no one

kids at

at the woman in his arms. Leaning on his chest, she was sleeping soundly, and her lips curled up as if she were

and went into his condominium opposite

a couch, grabbed a bathrobe, and headed to the

hesitated for a few seconds before picking her up

in the water, she opened her eyes, held the two sides of the bathtub,

panic, she checked out her surroundings. The second

shook her befuddled head. “Where is this?

my condominium. I was the one who put you here. Just to sober you up,” the tall man

pain. “But why am I here with you? Wasn’t

sounded irritatingly intimate in Shane’s ears. His expression hardened as he asked, “Don’t

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