The door suddenly swung open, and she looked up with muddled eyes to find a towering figure standing at the doorway.
He looked a little familiar, so she narrowed her eyes…
Harvey snapped, “What’s that look for? Are you so drunk you can’t tell who I am?”
Abigail was disappointed. “Could you shut up? I thought you were Diarmuid…”
Harvey was speechless, before snorting in frustration and rolling his eyes. “Why, so that you can keep pretending I’m him? There isn’t an ounce of resemblance between us.”
“Of course. You’re not as handsome as he is…”
Harvey was left speechless again.
“Could you stop talking about him? No matter how great he is, I’m the one who has to take care of you now.”
“Why can’t I talk about him? He’s my husband, and I miss him. I can talk about him as much as I want.”
Abigail had no filter now that she was drunk, and could easily say what she usually would not.
Her words left Harvey utterly speechless in turn–could she stop hurting her ego like this?
“Go home and flaunt all you want,” he said with a snort.
Did she not get embarrassed from mentioning Diarmuid so many times?
Abigail wobbled up to her feet just then, but just as she tried to head to the washroom, she inadvertently knocked over a bottle, which shattered on the floor with a loud crash.
It caught her by surprise and she lost balance, almost tripping–Harvey, however, reacted quickly and caught her in time.
As he was holding her firmly in his arms, Abigail frowned. “Let me go.”
Harvey was speechless.
“Hey, I just saved you from kissing the floor. Can’t you be nice?” he growled, stopping short of calling her ingrate.
Nonetheless, Abigail shoved him away, not keen on getting too touchy–feely with another man despite being drunk.
Helping her stand straight, Harvey then asked, “Can you stand?”
“Yeah,” Abigail nodded, and then burped in his face.
Harvey frowned at the smell of alcohol that struck his nose right then, just as Lulu picked up her glass.
“Come on, Abigail. Let’s keep going,” she said as Abigail returned from the washroom, and they both clinked their glasses again.
Harvey was left staring blankly at them. What were these two women doing?!
Bzzt-
A phone suddenly started ringing, and she nudged Lulu. “Your phone is ringing…”
Lulu waved at her dismissively. “No, it’s yours.”
“Mine?” Abigail started to fumble around until she got it out, and it actually was hers.
“Hello…” She answered it.
“Is Lulu with you? I couldn’t reach her.”
Abigail’s eyes widened. “Zachary?”
Before Zachary could say anything, however, Abigail snapped, “Hey, Zachary! How could you hurt Lulu like this?”
Zachary actually sounded unhappy. “Where is she?”
“I don’t know.”
Abigail was going to hang up when Zachary said from the other end, “I know you do, Abigail. Don’t get emotional with me–this is serious.”
Abigail turned toward Lulu, who was much drunker than she was and almost unconscious.
“Where are we?” Abigail turned toward Harvey.
Harvey helped out a hand. “I’ll tell him.”
Abigail was fine with that, and Harvey hung up right after he gave Zachary the address.
By then, Abigail was lying sprawled over the table, not about to get up.
Zachary arrived in half an hour, and did not appear surprised to see both women passed out drunk–he could tell that they had been drinking from the call anyway.
He scooped Lulu up in his arms, and while he wondered what he should do with Abigail, Harvey said, “I’ll send her home.”
Zachary suddenly began to study him.
While he did not mean to be judgemental, Harvey quickly explained. “I brought them here. I’m quite close with Abigail and won’t harm her in any way, not to mention that she’s just performed a vital surgery that saved my mother’s life. I’m not that much of an ingrate.”
Zachary nodded. “I’m counting on you, then.”
Harvey said, “Abigail is a friend too.”
After Zachary left, Harvey was left standing in the private box for a long while, before walking up to Abigail and shaking her. “Abigail?”
“Urgh…”
Abigail winced, suddenly retching.
She got up, but before Harvey realized it, she tripped over the corner of the table and knocked him down to the floor.
At the same time, she could not hold it in any longer!
Bleurgh…
‘Stop!’
Even as Harvey was screaming inside his head, Abigail was already throwing up… right in his face! While Harvey was left utterly flabbergasted, Abigail herself was disgusted by her own carnage, and promptly rushed to the washroom where she kept throwing up.
Harvey was left outside, unable to even begin to describe what he was feeling.
It was the first time he had someone throw up in his face…
No, there would probably not be more than a handful of individuals who had ever experienced this!
And there was no way he could flip out! Who could get petty with a drunk woman anyway?
In fact, doing so would cheapen him!
Fortunately, he had a room in the nightclub as well, so he took a bath and had one of the attendants buy him a set of clean clothes.
After he cleaned up and returned to the private room, he found Abigail asleep on the couch.
Glancing at the clock and seeing that it was already midnight, he sighed and carried her to his room, tucked her into bed, and pulled the blanket over her.
Then, he stood beside the bed and watched her–she was certainly beautiful when she was quiet.
Moreover, she had always been the type who was beautiful even without makeup, stirring the juices in a man with her bare skin.
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