Chapter 140 Let My Wife Pick Me up

Boris rubbed his temples and waved to Nell.

“Are you going home, Mr. Lewis?” Nell walked over.

“I’m drunk,” he said, looking at him.

Nell looked into his dark and deep eyes, and no matter how he looked, he didn’t seem drunk

But he still said, “Mr. Lewis, shall I take you home?”

“I’m drunk.” Boris repeated expressionlessly.

Nell’s mouth twitched. “Alright, Mr. Lewis, you’re drunk.”

Boris paused for a moment, “I want to go home.”

“Then let me take you.” Nell dutifully said because Boris is a bit drunk as his temper had become even stranger.

“Who asked you to take me?” Boris glared at him, “Call my wife and ask her to pick me up.”

His wife?

Nell was quite shocked.

He glanced suspiciously at Boris and cleared his throat, “Mr. Lewis, are you referring to Miss Scott?”

Boris tugged at his collar irritably. “Are you going to call or not?”

Nell didn’t quite understand what was going on today.

If he remembered correctly, when he went to pick up Mr. Lewis, he had that look of wanting to eat people, like he had just had an argument with Miss Scott.

Miss Scott was not like before, now she wouldn’t bother with him even if they didn’t argue. If they did argue, would

he was drunk

to advise him not to disgrace himself, but when Nell met

held his tongue.

throat and dialed

on speakerphone,” Boris suddenly

Nell quickly complied.

“Beep-”

After a few seconds.

you dialed is currently switched

his toes almost digging through the floor. “Um, Mr. Lewis, Miss Scott’s phone

heard that!” Boris chuckled with irritation, “You

his eyes down, afraid to even breathe,

Half an hour later.

at the door of

by

wearing thin, her graceful

tempting.

seeing him like this, he couldn’t help but say worriedly, “Mr. Lewis, are you

enter the room, and solemnly

and slipped in, casually closing

What was he doing?

was Boris acting like he was

Inside the room.

on before he

woman on the floor, who was still in the same position as when he left, not

muscle.

seeing her sleeping peacefully, and the anger in his

frowned

him, first startled, then looked him up and down

Boris nodded.

his shoes, wipe his hands and feet for him, and then feed him hangover soup. Every time, her tone was full of tenderness and love. “You should drink less in the future.

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