Next One Is a Babe

Without much thinking, Logan immediately lifted Lola in his arms and went up to the second floor.

A room was prepared for them, and it was decorated with pink blankets and pink curtains that signified the joyful occasion.

He placed her onto the bed, and she rolled over, asking him in a weak voice, “I’m sorry. Did I give you trouble?”

Caressing her face, he assured her, “No, you didn’t. Have a good rest. Wake up later and have lunch.”

Feeling extremely dizzy, she felt even more tired because Logan woke up early this morning and interrupted her sleep by making noises. Compounded with the alcohol that rushed to her head, she lay down on the bed and could barely even keep her eyes open. She grunted in a trance, and her mind stopped working.

Logan tucked her in. When he saw her innocent face under the blanket, his heart melted into a puddle.

It was a sensation that he had never felt before. Even standing and watching her brought him immense joy.

Therefore, he stood there for a while before leaving the room and shutting the door behind him.

Downstairs, his family carried on eating as they chatted and laughed.

He took a seat on the chair and filled his glass. Then, he turned to face Lorraine. “Lorraine, here, I’m toasting you.”

She lifted a brow in surprise and laughed. “See that? I think he plans to get revenge for his wife and teach us a lesson.”

Old Mr. Jefferson was in stitches beside them. It was the first time he saw Logan showing his protective side. “Come on, all of you should drink with him. You will win that way!”

However, the four brothers-in-law were reasonable, and they sank into their chairs one after another. “We can’t! We cannot drink more. Ugh, my head is spinning like a kaleidoscope.”

They obviously didn’t want to join the fight.

Lorraine poured some wine into her glass. “Bring it on! Do you think I’m afraid of it? If the four of us lose to you in drinking, I’ll acknowledge your ability.”

Logan instantly became interested in the bet. “Come, come, don’t be all talk and no action. Lift your glasses!”

In the room upstairs, Lola was knocked out by fatigue and drunkenness. Her nap lasted until late afternoon.

When she woke up again, her body felt cold and weak from hunger. Slowly, she sat up on the bed and turned her head to find Logan lying beside her.

He seemed to have had too much to drink because he reeked of alcohol.

Just when she was about to leave the bed, she suddenly noticed the fruits and tidbits on the bedside table.

Perhaps Logan was worried that she would be hungry after waking up that he prepared everything for her.

She took a piece of fruit and nibbled on it to quell her hunger before getting out of bed.

She mostly felt thirsty. The effect of the alcohol went away and left her with a dry throat.

Therefore, she pushed the door open and met a servant at the bottom of the stairs. When the servant saw Lola, she hurriedly said, “Mrs. Jefferson, please wait for a while. Lunch is being heated up.”