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.

her eyes then, and

that you two are close.Didn't you stand up for her when

you supposed to be drunk?‘ Everyone had turned to Gerda in surprise, and couldn't help but admire her seemingly indestructible tolerance to

handle her drink, but she still insisted.If I hadn't

burp, her face turning red as a

can leave it

they hailed

locked at Janet, who was slumped against the wall

was chilly, especially given the

to support her to the curb.His hold on her was loose and casual; he didn't have any ulterior motive.He only

neck and ushered Janet to

easy, seeing as he

her

"Janet?"

open her eyes.Her plump lips pursed

you all right? Do

to get some

sleep talking.She reached up with her slender fingers and scratched

it, she had settled into a comfortable position in his arms, and was sleeping soundly against

"Okay...Sleep well."

that moment.He had even forgotten

called a taxi and put Janet in the backseat with much

this neighborhood," he instructed