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.

If she puked on Andrew's suit, that'd be

Debra hurled

but Andrew instructed

home," Andrew said as he kept

throwing up, she

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


suit..." Barton

just gazed at Debra's sleeping

slept restlessly, just like when

soiled suit and told Barton to carry Debra to

clean clothes, warmed a glass of milk,

warmth. He set the milk on the table, tucked her in, and noticed her flushed cheeks from the alcohol. Her breathing

pills nearby

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