My Poor Husband Is A Billionaire

The party lasted until the early hours of dawn.

Gerda and Janet got piss drunk, while the others who hadn't joined in the drinking competition continued to eat and drink.

Once they realized that Janet had completely wasted, they finally decided to call it call it a night.

The coworkers had worked together to lift the two girls from their seats and carried them outside.

"Hey, what should we do with these two? They're drunk as a skunk."

Christopher glanced at the still unconscious Janet and cleared his throat.

"I'll send Lind home."

"Oh yeah, you and Janet went to the same university, right?"

One of their colleagues asked with a mischievous glint in her eye.

Christopher just smiled.

"Yes, we were schoolmates."

He was not particularly good-looking, but he always looked neat, and had a calm and gentle demeanor that made people feel safe around him.

it didn't hurt that he was tall and had broad shoulders, too.

eyes then, and

you stand up for her

Everyone had turned to Gerda in surprise, and couldn't help but admire her seemingly

drink, but she still insisted.If I hadn't acted like

let out a loud burp, her face turning red

can leave it

consensus, they hailed their respective taxis

was slumped against the wall

early autumn breeze was chilly, especially

draped it over Janet's shoulders, then he put an arm around her waist to support her to the curb.His hold on her was loose and casual; he

over his neck and ushered

he was practically dragging a

must have woken her

"Janet?"

her struggling to open

right? Do

to get

reached up with

into a comfortable position in his arms, and was sleeping soundly

"Okay...Sleep well."

that moment.He had even forgotten the

put Janet in the backseat with much

to this neighborhood," he instructed