"Geoffrey..."
She rushed to him, tightly hugging his solid body, "I really missed you..."
He pulled her away, reluctantly holding her unsteady body, and growled in frustration, "Who allowed you to drink so much?"
He smelled the alcohol all over her, his brows furrowing into a knot.
"I'm not drunk, I'm perfectly clear-minded, I'm just... just a bit unsteady and... ugh..."
The alcohol finally took effect in her body.
She dry heaved, almost throwing up all over him.
"Damn it!" He glared at her, muttering curses.
Then, she found herself being roughly lifted into the air—
In the vast suite's living room, everything disappeared from her sight. She was powerless to struggle and could only close her eyes, trying to suppress the urge to vomit again...
He brought her to the bathroom, turned on the shower, and let her stand under the cold showerhead.
The cold water met her heated scalp, stimulating the nerves in her brain, gradually waking her up, slowly squatting down...
