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?”

walked into the building with the woman in his

back, Silas shook his head with a

at all even when Ms. Smith pukes all over

his arms, Shane came to the front of her condominium, pressing the

one answered

kids at

his chest, she was sleeping soundly, and her lips curled up as

and

on a couch, grabbed a bathrobe, and headed to

with a towel. He hesitated for a few seconds before picking her up and making his way to the bathroom. He then put

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

her surroundings. The second she saw the man standing

befuddled head. “Where

Just to sober

massaged her temples to ease the pain. “But why am I here with you? Wasn’t I

addressed Stanley sounded irritatingly intimate in Shane’s ears. His

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