Chapter 1866

Barton nodded and left.

Andrew looked down at Debra, who snugged in his arms with her eyes closed. Her arms hooked his body.

Barton glanced at the rearview mirror. "Sir, want me to take care of Miss Frazier?"

"No need," Andrew said, draping a blanket over her.

"I feel bad," Debra mumbled, opening her eyes.

"What's wrong?" Andrew asked gently.

"I wanna puke..." she mumbled.

Andrew patted her back softly.

on Andrew's suit,

enough, Debra

to pull over, but Andrew instructed calmly, "Keep driving." "Sir, your

be fine once we're home," Andrew said as he kept

throwing up, she seemed

settled her against the leather seat, pulling the blanket up. She dozed


suit..."

didn't reply, just gazed

lips. She still slept restlessly, just like when she was

Andrew shed his soiled suit and

deepened. Andrew changed into clean clothes, warmed a glass of milk,

was full of lived-in warmth. He set the milk on the table, tucked her in, and noticed her flushed cheeks from the alcohol. Her

sat by the bed, placing sobering pills nearby in case she felt rough

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