PopularNovelChapter 1083: "Ought we to rein him in?" "How do you even do that?" "Fair point. A broken heart's not our territory-that is for Cupid to mend." All they could do was stand by their friend.
When the night wound down, Marshall took on the task of getting Eric back to Silver Villas.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtTo his surprise, the living room glowed with light. Marshall assumed it was the housekeeper.
He pressed the doorbell and half-carried Eric through the foyer as he grumbled, "You're no featherweight, buddy." "Back at last?" Linda's voice called as she glided over in her wheelchair to meet them.
The moment Linda moved closer, the sharp stench of alcohol overwhelmed her senses.
She winced. "How much did he drink?" Startled by her presence, Marshall gave a sheepish laugh. "Well, look who's here. Hi, Linda." She gave a brief nod. "I cin just as the housekeeper was leaving." "Marshall, can you lay Eric on the sofa?" He paused, unsure. "Should I carry him upstairs to his room instead?" Linda gestured to her injured legs, then glanced at Eric. "He's completely out of it. He'll probably need someone around tonight. My legs are not in great shape and can't manage the stairs. Just leave him here on the sofa." "You're staying to take care of him?" Marshall asked, visibly surprised.
"Yes," she replied firmly. "If he throws up or needs water, I need to be close." "Well..." He hesitated again but then gave in. "Alright. Got it." With a mix of dragging and lifting, he settled Eric onto the sofa. Thankfully, it was spacious enough to make it work for the night. Glancing between the unconscious man and the woman seated in her wheelchair, Marshall sighed. “I'll get going, then." "I appreciate you coming over." Read all updates on galnovals"Of course." Marshall exited with a sense of unease. Was it really alright to leave the two of them alone? Yet, Eric was heavily intoxicated, and Linda was nursing her injured legs. Could anything untoward really occur? Meanwhile, Linda had just retrieved a blanket and was about to drape it over Eric when he bolted upright, eyes wide.
"Eric?" Disregarding her, he dashed to the bathroom.
A frown formed on Linda's face as m sounds of him vomiting echoed! m. followed by the toilet flushing.
A few moments later, Eric staggered back, collapsing onto the sefa m without even realizing someone else was in the room. Linda let out a tired sigh. She wheeled herself closer and gently laid the blanket over him.
She then navigated her wheelchair to the bathroom, where she seaked a towel in warm water, wrung it out, En and returned to gently clean his face.
Once his face was clean, she attended to his hands.
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